Hunt.

[tyrantmaker]

He's content with his progress. The lab has taken shape. It needs more; more equipment, more freezable blood bags. But he's got what he needs

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[all_sparks]

Not really any of them, really. In fact, the approaching person is eyeing Wesker as if he may be one of those suggestions.

Two guesses which one.

Dark eyes turn slightly darker when Wesker looks at him and Bova sags slightly with the disappointment. "Oh. It's you."

[tyrantmaker]

Wesker doesn't smile or offer any false assurance that his very night has become brighter now that he has company.

"I can't say I get that often." He stands with complete confidence. "And what were you expecting?"

[all_sparks]

"Someone else," Bova replies calmly, matter-of-fact. With anyone else, there would be a tone of 'duh' involved, but he'll save it for now. Hands in the pockets of his jeans, he steps closer.

"What are you doing out here?" Not accusatory - curious.

[tyrantmaker]

"I'm hunting vampires." Wesker says the last two words slowly and blandly, making it clear that disbelief is welcome. "Although I could be easily distracted from that end by a bookstore or another drugstore."