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Carlos Oliveira ⬤ Resident Evil 3 (2020)
residential district ⬤ Level 2
moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[sendinthedelta]

[He's actually surprised at the offer. Checking up on him, sure, but actually wanting to hang out and being the one to broach the subject first?

Must be having an affect on her, too.

He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. He won't expect anything to come of it because even under these new effects he's not so far gone as to have an inflated ego and entitlement to her or anyone else for that matter. Hanging out is a nice step a little further up the ladder, though.]

Just trying to figure out these weird Prismal consoles. I can totally take a break, though.

[He'll also spare her needing to duck under him, moving away from the door with a motion to come in.]

[torsion]

[ A lot of things have factored into this for her. She's been weird even if she says it's alright that he's different and while she doesn't mean to think on it, it's difficult not to. Part of her feels like she's betraying the "him" she knows, but that's silly. Carlos is Carlos is Carlos, right? Other than the dumb nickname he's been the same at heart and she can't deny that she's missed him. This. ]

Yeah, can't say I'm much of a gamer. I'm not exactly the ideal one to go to if you're looking for some help with that.

[ Part of her appreciates the phrasing but on the other she can't help but examine it and feel minuscule. But she knows both of them are playing casual right now, probably not hoping for too much. Just in case. Jill smiles and ducks her head almost bashfully before dipping into the room with a twist of her hips rather than just walking in normally. ]

Bought some nice steaks the other day, but my housemates went missing. [ There's a hint of chiding to it, but it's only to hide the disappointment. She was looking forward to it, apparently. ] Ended up cooking them and eating them with a friend instead.

[sendinthedelta]

[He'd like to think it's still him. She's different but still Jill, too. He's been saying that since the start, and even if they aren't exactly the same, he'd rather be here with her in some capacity than alone entirely.

Also Supercop is totally a good nickname don't at him.]

It's cool. Just a dumb way to pass the time.

[And get frustrated at.

He laughs shyly at the comment, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away.]

Busted. Sorry, someone I met a couple of weeks ago needed help.

[That makes him hum thoughtfully a bit, though, thinking that a nice shared meal might be just what they both need to take their minds off the current Prismatica fuckery and to spend time together.]

Actually... how do you feel about trying something new?

[torsion]

[ She'd told him that and she'd meant it before, but it still hits her in strange ways sometimes. It drags itself up, makes itself known, and forms a gap between them before she knows it on some days. ]

Prefer training, myself, but there's nothing wrong with it.

[ There's that tension again. Maybe she's just making it up in her mind and there's actually no strain between them? She wishes it were easier. Jill vaguely raises her arms and holds her hands up. ]

Hey, it's none of my business what you're doing. [ Or she supposes, probably "who" but she's not going to say that. Jill can manage having tact sometimes. ] Something new, though... guess depends on what you might have in mind?

[sendinthedelta]

[Understandably so. Meeting a friend who somehow also wasn't the person you knew was likely to leave a schism with anyone two people, even with how much Carlos insisted Jill was Jill.

He turned while watching her enter the room, leaning against the wall with arms crossed this time. More casual, less expectant.]

Ever had asado? This is the perfect time of the year for it.

[torsion]

[ Maybe part of it is what happened to her, maybe part of it is time. She doesn't know if it would be easier if he were older but she'd like to think that's it. Nothing too big, just the gap in their ages. She knows the best way to get over this bullshit is to spend time with him, but she's been avoiding it to some degree, herself.

She shouldn't be. ]

...you do know that my fluency with romance languages is limited to French and Italian, right? It sounds a bit familiar but you'll have to fill me in.

[sendinthedelta]

[21 is still at the lower end, isn't it? Not that he feels that way. It's not even a "age is just a number" issue. The shit he's seen, been through, even well before Umbrella and Racoon City...

It ages a person, to a painful degree, and no amount of his dumb humor and flirtatious tactics can bury it completely.]

Aw, no Latin spirit? I'm hurt. The entirety of Latin America weeps for not having Jill Valentine know what asado is!

[Please smack him.]

[torsion]

[ Hell, she was three years older than him when they met. It just feels like a lifetime ago to her sometimes. She can feel the aches of age, notices how she heals more slowly. It isn't that she feels like he's young so much as she feels old.

Jill puts a hand to her hip. ]

Chris speaks enough for both of us, usually. Parker's pretty good with the language, too. [ Trust her to have partners that can handle it for her. ] And I've got you to fill in any blanks on top of that.

[ She leans forward slightly like she'll intimidate him with the gesture. ]

Funny. You going to tell me or what? Or is this going to be a "just trust me," that you're roping me into?

[sendinthedelta]

[He's likely to get there sooner rather than later, even without the added pressure of the awful things she went through. His body has been beat to hell and back. No one who is completely human survives all of that and doesn't have problems years down the line.

He snickers with that dopey grin, hands up in surrender.]

You know I'm just giving you shit. Asado is a type of barbecue! Open flame, lots of meat and lots of spices. Usually a communal thing but I'm sure we can swing it with just the two of us.

[torsion]

[ He's not the one with the virus in him, but if Chris and Parker can handle it? He can. Hell, Leon manages and while she likes the guy he's a little more... well, lean than the type she tends to partner up with. She's sure he'll be just fine, but part of her worries about that, too. Small stresses, little things that can go wrong. ]

Why didn't you just say so? I'm in. [ No hesitation, no second thought. ] So, you found a place or is this where you tell me the surprise is I'll be manning the grill?

[sendinthedelta]

[Leon is kind of a beanpole. A cute-in-that-90's-boyband beanpole but still.]

Hell no, I'll do it! I wouldn't invite you to share in my culture and then make you do it! That's just rude. I'd have a million abuela hunting my ass on principle alone.

[But she's on board, and that's great!]

I will have to go pick up some stuff, besides the meat. You got a preference? It can be just about anything - pork, beef, chicken, chorizo, sausage...

[torsion]

[ She can appreciate him, but Jill has a more specific Type. ]

I mean, I was joking on that. I wouldn't mind helping, of course. I was hoping we could cook together -- it's why I'd bought steak and asparagus for us before. [ But instead she'd ended up cooking them with Dick. It was a nice evening, but she'd had a plan. ] I mean I'll let you do it if you insist, but I don't like standing idly by.

[ She doesn't know how to be treated to something is part of it, too. ]

Does it have to be one type? I could eat quite a bit right about now and I'm a little indecisive. If this is gonna be a cheat day, I don't hold back. [ She's looping her arm around his now, but movement makes touch less intimate. It doesn't occur to her that she hasn't really been this close to him since he's been here while she tugs him out of the room. ] C'mon, partner.

[sendinthedelta]

[The one leaning against the wall shirtless maybe?]

Sorry again about that...

[It was a weird, weird couple of weeks. Hopefully this does make up for it a little. Also they do have the 4th coming up. He is an American citizen still.]

Actually it's almost always at least three or four different kinds, since you're kinda feeding a lot of people at once with it. You can pick out whatever you want! And if you do wanna help I'm probably gonna need it setting the racks up. It's done a little differently than charcoal grills.

[He grins again at having his arm taken, a very, very faint hint of red coming to his cheeks. It's only after they're out the door that he realizes he's still missing a certain article of clothing and while there's nothing wrong with going out in Lunatia without a shirt he does have some shame.

There's a muttered "hold up" as he bounced back into the room without her, returning with a plain but tight black teeshirt on.]

Alright! Ready when you are, partner~

[torsion]

[ Maybe! ]

It's alright. I shouldn't have made plans without telling you.

[ Weeks? Try months for her. There's normalcy in between, for sure, but it's been a mess overall. It's hard to say where she stands sometimes but moments like this make up for the uncertainty. It feels natural and normal. ]

A little like yakiniku, then. [ A favorite of hers. ] Might still wanna think of it as feeding a lot of people. I can be pretty ravenous, you know. Just don't judge me too much.

[ Lighter, more teasing and without the same weight and discomfort that seems to permeate every conversation they've had so far. Like she's found a spot for them to be in. Jill reluctantly lets go of his arm and laughs, covering her mouth with a hand; it does nothing to make the stupid grin she wears hidden. ]

Ah, that might help, huh? [ Now more self-aware, she doesn't take his arm this time. But she stays near enough that body heat can be felt, almost touching him while she walks off to the front door. ] Bit weird, isn't it? You probably never imagined this... kind of normalcy either, have you? Being here, in a house, in one place... it's not bad but I never expected to be so still like this.

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Well, I'm still gonna make it up to you with this, if nothing else.

[This place really does balance awkwardly between befuddling levels of strange, placidly domestic and actually relaxing. Carlos never really knows what to think of it fully at any given moment but he's at least grateful for the lack of Umbrella and zombies.]

Why would I judge you for that? It would be the best approval of my food I could get!

[He's got your back, babe. Eat everything. Eat it all.]

Well, no, but I also spent most of my days thinking I wasn't going to survive past eighteen in the beginning, so anything beyond that is already a pleasant surprise.

[Again, not the zombies.

Zombies are never a pleasant surprise.]

Having a house I can actually come back to more than two days out of the month is nice, though.

[torsion]

Don't worry about it. [ Less forceful and almost like she's given up on the notion, yet soft enough that it's hard to mistake how much it means to her that he's trying for anything else. ] I'm just happy to be with you.

[ It's more vulnerable than Jill usually is willing to be, but they're on the move and talking about other things. She doesn't expect it to turn into a more serious conversation or for it to be much more than a displaced comment that they'll both soon forget. ]

I'll make you eat those words. [ If he's lucky, he might get to catch her on the adductor machine working her muscles later, even. ] I suppose that's the same as... well, what I've known about you always, in that case. Didn't expect to make it to thirty, but here I am.

[ She starts with him down the street with a purpose, not terribly far from the supermarkets and restaurants that scatter the city. His mention of age again reminds her of how young he is again. He had already been three years younger than her when they met, but now...

Beside him, she almost curiously peers up at him. Studying him without subtlety, but not intensely. Jill isn't sure what to say and her thoughts start and hardly finish. Time is so complicated. Especially when it feels a little like it's been lost. ]

[sendinthedelta]

[He can't rewind time and even in a place like this he figures that's either difficult or near impossible for anyone else. He does want to try and make it up to her at the very very least, and hearing that she still wants to spend time with him is a relief.

He smirks at "make you eat those words" like he wouldn't absolutely enjoy that. Careful, Jill. You'll give the boy ideas.]

I'm glad you are.

[It's terrible how much she's had to endure in those years, but he would still rather have her alive and (relatively) healthy.

The look doesn't go amiss entirely, though it does take him a moment to catch on as he's looking up where the best places to get the needed supplies are. He glances over and blinks, head tilting slightly.]

Something on my face?

[torsion]

[ Maybe their connection was never as strong as it had been between them back then or maybe it's just that he hasn't gotten to the point that she has yet, over more than a decade of time, but it's easy to not give up on their friendship. Frustrating when she wants to hang out with him, but there are other reasons for that at times, too. She's still getting used to a lot of this. To him. ]

Alive? Congrats, so am I. [ She laughs a little, wiping some hair to the side of her face, just over her ear lobe. ] Christ, thirty-six come October. Bit weird, but not bad.

[ Maybe if she didn't take care of herself or looked older it might be a different tune.

She peers at him more intensely, naturally, when he draws attention to her gaze. ]

Mmm. Just looking at you. Same but different. A lot of it is your hair and facial hair, I guess -- not that I mind. Or I'd want you to change to suit what I've known. Just weird trying to figure things out. What more I might need to know or learn. Hard to not bring what I used to know into things and push those expectations away. [ She takes his arm now and looks ahead of her. Her hold is light, looping around his. ] But I'm happy to. I like you the way you are so... if I ever make you feel like I'd rather have someone else here, let me know. I'm not great at talking about my feelings or being reassuring, but you're a special case.

[sendinthedelta]

[Look, you just don't escape a city getting nuked after surviving zombies, mutants and money-grubbing Russians and not manage to form some sort of lasting connection.]

Not bad at all.

[He grins at her broadly. Age is just a number and they both probably feel far, far older than their numbers, but as far as he's concerned she looks amazing despite everything.]

Well, we didn't exactly get to talk about ourselves much past the introductions, so it's not like we really know much beyond uh, y'know. I was some poor schmuck duped by you know who and you were just trying to get the hell out of Racoon without getting turned into Nemesis mush.

[He shrugs, smiling lightly this time at the tight grip and the warm exchange of chroma.]

But, nah, you haven't made me feel like that. If you ever wanna know something you're more than welcome to ask, though.

[torsion]

[ It certainly can help. She'd drifted away with him and they'd related on a lot of things, mostly in regard to lifestyle and interests. Nerds. ]

See, that is an honest compliment.

[ Mostly, it's something she can wiggle out of. It doesn't feel like overt flattery. It's hard to read if he's just teasing or not half the time, but she supposes it's like getting a taste of her own medicine. Karma. ]

We had some time. Actions speak louder than words, anyway. [ Something she's said to Chris and he's made his own. The chroma is something Jill is still getting used to and to some degree, it makes her hesitate to touch people. It makes her feel like she doesn't fully have control. ] Yeah, well, you've seen my shoulder. You came up right after I was stabbed. Carried me to the church in the clocktower then went off to the hospital to look for something to help me, waited with me for days until I could get up and get out with you.

[ Sheepish, she keeps her eyes off him. Almost laser-focused and staring while not entirely seeing things ahead of them. It strains her heart. ]

It wasn't what you did for me that made me care about you or have us stick together as friends, you know. Doing... something like that matters, especially when no one else has ever done that sort of thing for me. I'm always the one putting my life on the line. It's the only time someone did that for me. [ She peers at him, but is quick to take action so it's harder to catch her expression; Jill dips in, swerves to the tips of her toes and gives him a little peck on his jawline. Quick to fall back in line like it never happens immediately after, though. ] Especially after everything that's happened to me over the past four years... it, it you know. Is something that matters.

[ (Weenie.) ]

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[Just a bit of karma. Not too much. He'll tease back but he's never going to go overboard with it.]

God, yeah... that mess was... it was something else.

[He doesn't like thinking about that night. Minor details may have been different but he can imagine the him in that version still feeling the same heart wrenching fear, blood going cold at the sight of her, nausea nipping the back of his throat at the mere thought of having to--

Man, even now. Even now it makes his skin crawl. It's a thoughtless, reactionary motion to his own mind falling back down that rabbit hole but he puts his tan hand over hers on his arm, as if needing further anchor to return from the darkness. Her own gesture to him actually helps more than she might know, though it doesn't make him immune to a faint darkening of cheeks.]

I could tell. Even when all I knew about what happened to most of you team was passing whispers I knew you were fighting against absolutely insane odds. I'd been through my own hells but you alone had the guts to stand up to Umbrella. There was no way I was just going to let a fire like that die without trying...

[torsion]

[ All of it is overboard for her. She can handle very little of it and easily gets flustered, though that should be blatant to him by this point. ]

My leg was almost broken. Bandaged me awfully high up under my skirt, though, hm...

[ Lesson is clearly not learned as she carries on with it, apparently. She nearly seems delighted, as if she's caught him red-handed doing something else, something in the moment. ]

Nearly all of them died. Working with Wesker close to three years, I never once thought he'd betray us. I'd saved his life on more than one occasion, even. [ The regret is palpable, physical in how she holds herself. It's the kind of sorrow that can't be fought or hidden, even if she tries to desperately cover it up. It's left a scar of its own on her. ] I wasn't ever alone, you know. Chris and Claire were in Europe -- and you, too. It was impossible odds and you stuck by me when you had no reason to trust me.

[ Her smile is warmer now, less weakened by loss, by pain, by shared experience. ]

I'm grateful for you and I always will be. But I'm getting a little too serious, aren't I? Don't want to make you look emotional and uncool.

[sendinthedelta]

[Look, he's trying, okay? He can't not be him. It's going to happen even if he's dialed it waaaaaay back for her.

But that's also how much he cares about her. Enough to drop much of his pretenses and actually be serious with her and not just rely on terrible jokes and awful flirting to get through a conversation.

Also excuse you he so did not do that! ... buuuut he probably would have, had she actually been wearing a skirt, because it's not like he was just going to leave her to suffer.]

Honestly people like him are just that damn good at playing their cards exactly right. Nikolai was the same way. I mean we knew he was an asshole but he was an asshole that had pulled us out of trouble more than once before turning on us. Trusting you was the best thing I'd ever done, though. You made me start seeing there was cracks in the story before that jackass even started to show his true colors...

[He laughed at her final comment, rubbing the back of his messy hair. They were at least nearing one of the stores he had intended on going into, so the conversation could easily lead away from serious fairly soon.]

Even cool guys gotta have uncool moments sometimes.

[torsion]

[ Naturally, she knows he did it for the right reasons and is a sweet peach, but it's not going to stop her screwing with him. A little payback for all the flirting and teasing he's done over apparently two different lifetimes deserves a one-two punch right back. Finally. ]

It... I mean, I know it now. I'm surprised he held it back so long. He wouldn't go out with us on Friday nights to the bar or go bowling with us. It wasn't that strange at the time. [ Nothing will ever change the fact that she blames herself. It's just how it is and while she's let some of it go and shifted it on Wesker, there are still times when she can't help but see the missing pieces that she should've put together. But. ] ...hindsight's 20-20, though, isn't it? We both want to believe there are decent people out there, doing the right thing. I don't know if I was as nasty or harsh to you when we met as... I had been, but I'm sorry for that.

[ Jill isn't sure if he'd gotten an apology. She'd like to think other-her would eventually, but it might not be possible if he hadn't had the chance to get that far in... timelines? Christ. She hates this. ]

What cool guy are you talking about?

[ Her hand slips to his wrist, fingers delicately slipping over his palm, cautiously dipping between his own fingers. She is unaware of the store they're stopping at, but gets the feeling they're there from how he moves. It's this moment that she realizes she's been studying him more intensely than she'd even known. ]

[sendinthedelta]

Shit, honestly? I fucking deserved it.

[A bit much for the language, but it's necessary in his mind.]

I was just... so damn happy that someone was willing to take me in and give me a place after losing everyone back home. I would have rotted in a jail cell had Umbrella not grabbed me instead. But it made me really damn blind to what they were actually doing. I needed a wake up call bad and you hit me with one at the exact right time.

[She had been trying to steer things away from serious, yet here he was, blathering about just wanting to belong and not be punished for things he had to do to survive as a child and teenager.

He stopped at their destination but didn't go inside just yet, reluctant to cut off any physical contact but figuring he could at least finish his thought here. He turned to her, smile both sad and grateful and not at all like his usual goofy self even as he tried to spin it into something of a joke.]

Maybe I'm not as cool as I like to think I am, but you still trusted me and that makes me feel pretty damn cool.