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RE Fic : Chanson Des Loups 02A/N;
As there wasn't really anyone 'new' critter wise mentioned I just decided to throw in one that will be brought up later XP
Current Characters : Chris, Claire, Joseph, Leon, Kevin, Barry (Mentioned).
"Hey Leon, are you alright? You look tired."
Leon tossed a glance at a workmate of his, who appeared kind enough to fetch him hat was his sixth coffee of the day. He gave a weary nod, taking a slip from the coffee as soon as it was given to him. He glances back to the manila folders in front of him, noting how very few documents he'd actually been given. Perhaps they didn't have the greatest confidence in him to give him, resulting in a lack of assignments. Maybe a good thing, letting him take everything slowly.
"I feel like I could fall asleep while using a dictionary as a pillow." Leon answered, "The caffeine's just worn down. That's all."
"Most people don't need two coffees two start up in the morning."
"Actually Ryman, it'
RE Fic : Chanson Des Loups 01A/N;
This is mainly just something fun for myself when I can't sleep xD It's a stupid little Nonsense A/U fic. If that isn't obvious enough. Don't worry, don't worry, I'm still writing my relatively normal albeit rather strange fics. This is just a guilty pleasure, a writing experience and I'm uploading it in case some people get the same lolzy kicks I do.
For those that need reasoning behind this as well as want to know a little tidbit about myself, I'm a folklore nut. So mix that with my Resident Evil fixation, and well. Just don't ask questions.
Characters so far : Chris, Claire, Joseph, Leon, Barry (mentioned).
There are usually two types of train rides known throughout the world. Those that are bumpy and noisy, making passengers have to hold on tightly to their seats, and of course the opposites. The train rides that were quiet and serene, usually with carriages that somehow remained old and rustic but comfortable, charming.
A steady, easy traveling train
RE Fic: Aunty Claire 4"You know, if you down anymore of that stuff, you're going to give yourself a tummy ache." Claire warned, though as usual was unable to hide her smile.
Evans had just knocked back what would be his third, large glass of milk. He was kneeling down at the coffee table, his eyes still fixed on the TV as yet another episode for Tales from the Crypt played out.
He didn't even seem to acknowledge his Aunty's statement, instead holding his glass up high above his head. "Can I have another one please, Aunty Claire?"
Claire chuckled slightly, having no real reason to turn down his request. Who knew how much the little boy could handle He could certainly hold his milk. Claire was more preoccupied with the hope that such a tolerance would be passed onto any form of alcohol.
"Aunty?" Evans looked over his shoulder, pouting slightly as he had many times that day. He just really liked milk, that was all.
"Sorry Sweetie, just a second."
She'd grabbed the large jug off the coffee table, pouring
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