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[IC] Growing pains
It's just not been Wesker's week. Or month, for that matter. Saying he's been 'under the weather' is a pretty big understatement and most days he looks like death warmed over. That still doesn't stop him from attending school since he does have grades and gossip to attend to.
Maybe he should've taken some time off to rest and recuperate though.
This fine school day finds Wesker in the boys' locker room, sweating like he's been in a sauna for a couple hours straight, his hair matted down to his head in a very unstylish manner. Somewhere along the way he's ripped off his shirt and discarded his jeans, too hot and uncomfortable to tolerate anything more than the red boxer-briefs he wears.
Hunched over on a bench, he cradles his feverish head in his hands, his jaw clenched as he grits his teeth together. Something on his back, some cluster of muscle perhaps, twitches erratically and he hisses in pain.
Maybe he should've taken some time off to rest and recuperate though.
This fine school day finds Wesker in the boys' locker room, sweating like he's been in a sauna for a couple hours straight, his hair matted down to his head in a very unstylish manner. Somewhere along the way he's ripped off his shirt and discarded his jeans, too hot and uncomfortable to tolerate anything more than the red boxer-briefs he wears.
Hunched over on a bench, he cradles his feverish head in his hands, his jaw clenched as he grits his teeth together. Something on his back, some cluster of muscle perhaps, twitches erratically and he hisses in pain.