trilluminati | voicemail

[It's probably terrible that Q takes a moment to answer, then, though his reply offers up a good explanation.]

Don't make me blush now, tiger.

[_{That silence gives him a mild heart attack, so the breath he lets out once Q answers is probably a little loud.}]

It's my mission in life to make you blush.

Ou, don't get cocky. It takes a lot to get to me, baby. I seen a lot in my short time.

[Never mind that he is right now; it doesn't count if Wesker can't gloat over the image.]

I've already managed it on a couple of occasions, pet.

[_{He's trying to sound as cocky as Q expects him to be, but that little confession took a lot out of his voice.}]

I guess that's what's unique about you. You always know how to affect me.

[Apparently double meanings should just become their official language.]

[_{He smiles slowly, and it'll take a moment for him to clean his throat and respond.}]

It seems we have that in common.

Add that to the list.

[There's a kind of affectionate laughter in his voice.]

Though we might have an easier time listing what we don't got in common.

I think the only item so far is "taste in friends".

Oh, don't you even start.

[It is hard to snap at someone when you sound ecstatic.]

I'm not starting anything. I'll bring him back like you wanted.

[_{He sounds equally as pleased, even discussing resurrecting the one person he hasn't had a pleasant thing to say to since he woke up here.}]

I know, baby. You haven't let me down before and by now I can't believe you ever will.

Mm, certainly not planning on it.

[_{He slides into a comfortable silence for a moment.}]

I apologize for interrupting you with this.

[Q laughs.]

I was about to call you anyway.

Oh? Do tell.

What? Bout what I was callin for? ... Nothing.

[It doesn't sound as smooth said out loud. Q plays it off with:]

I just gotta keep my eye on you. Cats be tellin' me you dangerous.

Mhm. You don't have to keep an eye on me, Q.

[_{His tone is amused, accepting that this is just something Q has to do.}]

Oh I beg to differ, baby. I'm missing a lot, y'know, being intangible and all. I gots to keep up where I can.

I daresay you're missing a lot less, being wired into our systems.

It ain't all it's cracked up to be. Maybe if I was a little less...loud of a person.

[ Hey, at least he can admit it. ]

Not that I don't appreciate it, tiger.

If I could have gone straight to the endgame, I would have. I knew existing like this wouldn't agree with you for long.

I know you would've. That's why I ain't sweating it. I just...

[ Miss you isn't said, of course. (OF COURSE.) ]

...reeeeeeally need a cigarette. Damn. You better have a pack of smokes, a forty, and a fresh gar waiting on me. Wake-n-Vice, baby, I'm gonna have to get myself right again.

[_{He chuckles.}]

My resources are a little limited, pet. I'll do what I can to make sure you're comfortable.

[_{He's already packed a couple of things, in fact.}]

You'll just have to distract me from what we can't get. And heeeey, you'll have some help.

[ This revelation isn't random. Wesker will be able to hear the yap-yap! of Zombeagle getting into everyone's business again. There's rustling on the line; probably the fault of a sudden tussle. ]

--ahahaha, baby, oh my god, you're gonna love this little killer. He's-- HEY. No bite. No. Bite. Put them teeth away.

[_{Wesker listens to the vicious, venom-spewing predator and Q wrestling and shakes his head.}]

Between your new pets, I'll be alarmed if you find time for me.

[ Zombeagle is really doing his job here. Q's laughter sounds downright terrified. (No it doesn't.) ]

You jealous, baby?

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