Taffer Notes: The villain wins by grossing out your hero, and in which the Taffer's headcanon turns Kyle Crane into the residential prankster who will start a war on all fronts. 100 words (x 2 because I couldn't decide on which one to use)
Fandom: Resident Evil / Dying Light Characters features in this one: Chris Redfield, Piers Nivans, Kyle Crane
#Disgusting
"What's with him?" Piers leans his hip against the desk, flicks his eyes up at Kyle perched on the table, all legs and lazy slouch while chewing on a snickers bar.
Across of them, Chris sits hunched over his phone. Shoulders up. Brows pinched. Pensive as fuck, Piers thinks, and taps Kyle's leg when all he gets his a mouthful of hruuhmm.
"Oh, I don't know—" Kyle's not even trying to pretend, what with that slow, impish grin curling his lips. "Someone might have sent him a Best of Tumblr: ChrisXWesker. Might have. Maybe. How am I supposed to know?"
... a few days later at the BSAA HQ ...
A jab of his hand along the rifle: Go.
Boots kiss the ground, heavy but careful as they they thud past, their rhythmic fall reverberating through the staircase.
Another flick. Quick, decisive, fingers indicating a corner: Eyes— Left— Cover me.
No Yessir, not even the barest of nods, and Piers is past him, his shoulder sliding against the wall, weapon ready, eyes always ready, scanning. Searching.
Chris moves, reassured by the rifle pressed to his shoulder, the faint scent of gun oil, hint of sharp gunpowder. Hears—'What?' OhGodYesYeeeeesUuuuhYeesBabyYeeeeaaUuuuuh— some woman's extatic moans and an enthusiastic buzz out of Pier's pocket.