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This time Birkin was coming to him, and that suited Stein just fine. He knew on some level that leaving his world for a bit would do him good, but he was involved in some new projects and still trying to work out how to deliver his last one to Medusa. It wasn't a good time to leave.

But a little company was always welcome, especially if it was like-minded company.

He'd taken a little trip to the store earlier in the day and bought an array of liquors - some bourbon, some gin, some tequila, and some rum. He didn't really know what Birkin liked, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a variety on hand.

And now he was at the computer, poking his nose around and waiting.

Date: 2009-07-01 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
Birkin cracked open his eyes and looked at the stitched up cut on his chest. "I don't usually compliment other doctors, but that looks fantastic." His smile turned into a smirk. "You would have been ashamed if you saw how terrible Jack's stitches looked." Granted, he usually never got to sew up his test subjects. They were either dead or they were Tyrants and didn't need the stitches.

His eyes flicked up to the handcuffs. "Anytime you want to let me go would be great, Stein."

Date: 2009-07-01 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"If I didn't run from you after you had me on that operating table, there's really no point in trying to run now." Birkin sat up, rubbing his wrists. "Besides, even if I tried to run," his hand gestures were a bit too flamboyant, but he was just happy to be able to move again, "there is no way someone who looks like you wouldn't manage to catch up to a scrawny, overly-caffeinated man who hasn't even seen a treadmill in twenty years." He shrugged. The truth was the truth no matter which way you sliced it.

He leaned in a bit closer to Stein. "And to be honest, that was sort of fun." Birkin quickly pressed his lips to the other man's before smirking and laying back down.

Date: 2009-07-02 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"Okay, fine. It was very fun. Don't let it go to your head," he said, moving over and laying his head on Stein's shoulder. "Your ego does not need to get any bigger." A smirk pulled at his lips. "If it did, I'd have to start calling you 'Wesker'."

Birkin closed his eyes and yawned. "I'll take another shower in the morning..." He sure as hell wasn't going home covered in blood. It was bad enough that he was going to end up leaving with his shirt in two pieces and a massive scar on his chest.

Date: 2009-07-02 03:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] touchofgenius.livejournal.com
"Go insane all you want," he mumbled into Stein's neck. "If you don't have a huge ego, you'll be fine no matter how many illnesses you figure out you have. And you're nowhere near Wesker's level. Not even close; you don't see yourself as a god, do you?" Birkin chuckled quietly and let out another yawn. "Night..." And with that, he fell asleep for the first time in several days.

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