He can't get used to the light being all around him. He hates what the first night did to him. He's found another black turtleneck with a thicker collar, and has pulled the collar up as high as it will go. It helps, somewhat
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HUNK had his spear he crafted earlier in the apartment with him, not his TMP. An odd choice, considering how the Survivor's mind worked, but it was not completely out of the ordinary. Perhaps he had run out of bullets? Who knew.
He wouldn't tell.
With his gas mask under his arm, HUNK peeled through the pharmacy looking for anything he could find. He had already collected some cigarillos and a good carton of cigarettes. Now, however, he was looking for lighter fluid and a few other items that he needed back in his room.
"Hn." He maneuvered through whatever he could and tried to keep as quiet as possible. However, with all of his combat gear on, he a bit of noise as he tried to step over broken glass and whatever else had collected over the floors over the years.
Faint smell of Chris to him. . . a probable alliance. Still, HUNK did have a contract left for a few more weeks and did have a neutral mindset Wesker could only approve of.
He spoke in low, quiet tones, trying to minimize potential startlement. "Not a food scavenging trip? Ah, I'd forgotten your priorities."
"Of course not." Wesker shakes his head, not slowing in his approach. It's direct but slow. "There aren't many here who could keep up with you. And you do have your priorities."
He's pale, but when was he not? Otherwise, he seems exactly his usual self.
"Although I have to say I'm not sure where those lie, now." He looks over the man, curious. "You haven't brought me news. Can there really be nothing at all to report?"
He doesn't sound angry, but since when was that relevant?
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He wouldn't tell.
With his gas mask under his arm, HUNK peeled through the pharmacy looking for anything he could find. He had already collected some cigarillos and a good carton of cigarettes. Now, however, he was looking for lighter fluid and a few other items that he needed back in his room.
"Hn." He maneuvered through whatever he could and tried to keep as quiet as possible. However, with all of his combat gear on, he a bit of noise as he tried to step over broken glass and whatever else had collected over the floors over the years.
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He spoke in low, quiet tones, trying to minimize potential startlement. "Not a food scavenging trip? Ah, I'd forgotten your priorities."
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"Sir," he murmured and slowly turned around, his face far too pale, and the circles around his eyes far too dark.
Obviously, he had been without a cigarette for a long time.
"I was just doing my own rounds. I'm not fond of traveling in a pack."
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He's pale, but when was he not? Otherwise, he seems exactly his usual self.
"Although I have to say I'm not sure where those lie, now." He looks over the man, curious. "You haven't brought me news. Can there really be nothing at all to report?"
He doesn't sound angry, but since when was that relevant?
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