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I was sorting records in his office, and Wesker was at his desk and pretended to be reading someone's business. When he was wearing glasses (ie always), so it is difficult to understand whether he does something or merely creates the appearance that busy. I still had to disassemble a mountain of folders, but I seem to not be shy. Today it seemed to me somehow sad, a little distracted. Probably just seemed, but, having him in the same office for three hours, I also started to feel sad. And just like that, I could not come!
Rising from the table, with the idea that a good idea to warm up properly, I looked at the captain, and his heart pinch strange pity for him. And How is it?
- Captain ... to bring you coffee? - In this small room my voice was surprisingly loud, and Wesker is brought out of his reverie.
- Coffee? - Last beset his mind quietly left the head. - Yes, Jill, if not difficult. Black, no sugar - he leaned back to the papers.
Well black so black ... I walked to the machine, on the way chatted with the guys discussed what new has happened in the city, had to talk about life, work, think, where we get together this weekend ... So somewhere forty minutes later I returned to the office of the two cups. Himself took tea, and Wesker, as he had asked, black, no sugar. Hurry has ended this day, I hate paperwork.
- Your coffee - I put the cup near to the only free market area table. Then again if I tear off from work, he'll kill me? But today, it is still ... some sad ... - Captain ... - and I actually going to do? - What ... what are you doing tonight? - Now I be fired for harassment ... - You would do well to ignore ...
- Heck of a lot of work ... - He nodded at the paper, as if he does not pay attention on bringing the cup. And then made a most uncharacteristic act - yawn. Removing the pesky glasses, he rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back in his chair high, perfectly coiffed hair ruffling his own right hand. And then looked at me: - What did you want?
- J.. I ... - Do not be surprised if the legs will not hold me now and I fall right here. So, Jill, do not be a hum! - I wanted to .. invite you .. somewhere ... - I looked at him and did not believe that I invite this person to visit. He was so unattainable far from me, from this place ... but his eyes, though, and did not seem to me so piercing and cold, as in training, said he was not up to it, to waste time in meetings with subordinates. But what he was ... I could not call him? These tousled hair ... none of the guys have not seen him on the head with the disorder. - When you work so hard .. then quite izvedete myself - so now I'll go crazy with shame, we must come up with a way to retreat.
- You call me out, Jill Valentine? - His eyebrows slowly rose. He was surprised by the idea either, or the arrogance of the author, or the very fact that someone could offer him like that. In any case, so much emotion in the presence of someone he does not yet allow.
- Well, not exactly ... - Exactly, my dear. Come take my things and never in this city do not appear. No, if I back down now, then why would I do it all start? - Yes, I call - in the end, I uttered confidently. He needs to relax. With or without me .. Better, of course, with me, but this is unlikely. And since I'm a little distracted him from his work, and even surprised. And until now it does not matter what exactly surprised.
He silently for a few minutes staring at me, and then burst out laughing. For a brief moment, I even thought that when he smiles like that, on its face appear shades of good.
- Jill, I'll let you go home and rest - he stood up, stretched muscles. - I think you earn a little money. Then I can handle myself.
- No! - So it will be even more tired ... - I can handle it. Sorry ... Remember what I'm saying ... - I sat down in her former position. But still he laughed! Somehow this little thing I was so happy ... - Probably really Earn .. But I will help you to victory! - I smiled at him. Well, no, it's something he otshivaet girls so that they then feel happy.
- Are you sure? - He continued to smile. - And then I can call you for the replacement of the idler Redfield, who rides all day Baldi - he crumpled up a few pieces of paper from the table and threw them away.
- No, no, no Redfield, today he puts things in order in your computer .. - And he is unlikely to be free before me, considering how much he loves to restore order anywhere else. But in this paper work, he just dies. - I'm better for you mate than Redfield .. - Chris, this time to rescue you, but enough already seen by his boss in complete idleness! - I will be silent and not distract you, I swear! - In my opinion, sometimes refer to Wesker Chris somehow unfair and biased ...
- Well, well, - he nodded. Then slowly back to his place and will not be distracted from the work. Only coffee, which is still hot.

Keep doing pictures on fanfiction. I only do the image.
Belong to the author fanfiction.
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models
Albert Wesker by A-m-b-e-r-w-o-l-f
Jill by Kukla-Factory
Cup cofee by Decan

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Description
I was sorting records in his office, and Wesker was at his desk and pretended to be reading someone's business. When he was wearing glasses (ie always), so it is difficult to understand whether he does something or merely creates the appearance that busy. I still had to disassemble a mountain of folders, but I seem to not be shy. Today it seemed to me somehow sad, a little distracted. Probably just seemed, but, having him in the same office for three hours, I also started to feel sad. And just like that, I could not come!
Rising from the table, with the idea that a good idea to warm up properly, I looked at the captain, and his heart pinch strange pity for him. And How is it?
- Captain ... to bring you coffee? - In this small room my voice was surprisingly loud, and Wesker is brought out of his reverie.
- Coffee? - Last beset his mind quietly left the head. - Yes, Jill, if not difficult. Black, no sugar - he leaned back to the papers.
Well black so black ... I walked to the machine, on the way chatted with the guys discussed what new has happened in the city, had to talk about life, work, think, where we get together this weekend ... So somewhere forty minutes later I returned to the office of the two cups. Himself took tea, and Wesker, as he had asked, black, no sugar. Hurry has ended this day, I hate paperwork.
- Your coffee - I put the cup near to the only free market area table. Then again if I tear off from work, he'll kill me? But today, it is still ... some sad ... - Captain ... - and I actually going to do? - What ... what are you doing tonight? - Now I be fired for harassment ... - You would do well to ignore ...
- Heck of a lot of work ... - He nodded at the paper, as if he does not pay attention on bringing the cup. And then made a most uncharacteristic act - yawn. Removing the pesky glasses, he rubbed his tired eyes and leaned back in his chair high, perfectly coiffed hair ruffling his own right hand. And then looked at me: - What did you want?
- J.. I ... - Do not be surprised if the legs will not hold me now and I fall right here. So, Jill, do not be a hum! - I wanted to .. invite you .. somewhere ... - I looked at him and did not believe that I invite this person to visit. He was so unattainable far from me, from this place ... but his eyes, though, and did not seem to me so piercing and cold, as in training, said he was not up to it, to waste time in meetings with subordinates. But what he was ... I could not call him? These tousled hair ... none of the guys have not seen him on the head with the disorder. - When you work so hard .. then quite izvedete myself - so now I'll go crazy with shame, we must come up with a way to retreat.
- You call me out, Jill Valentine? - His eyebrows slowly rose. He was surprised by the idea either, or the arrogance of the author, or the very fact that someone could offer him like that. In any case, so much emotion in the presence of someone he does not yet allow.
- Well, not exactly ... - Exactly, my dear. Come take my things and never in this city do not appear. No, if I back down now, then why would I do it all start? - Yes, I call - in the end, I uttered confidently. He needs to relax. With or without me .. Better, of course, with me, but this is unlikely. And since I'm a little distracted him from his work, and even surprised. And until now it does not matter what exactly surprised.
He silently for a few minutes staring at me, and then burst out laughing. For a brief moment, I even thought that when he smiles like that, on its face appear shades of good.
- Jill, I'll let you go home and rest - he stood up, stretched muscles. - I think you earn a little money. Then I can handle myself.
- No! - So it will be even more tired ... - I can handle it. Sorry ... Remember what I'm saying ... - I sat down in her former position. But still he laughed! Somehow this little thing I was so happy ... - Probably really Earn .. But I will help you to victory! - I smiled at him. Well, no, it's something he otshivaet girls so that they then feel happy.
- Are you sure? - He continued to smile. - And then I can call you for the replacement of the idler Redfield, who rides all day Baldi - he crumpled up a few pieces of paper from the table and threw them away.
- No, no, no Redfield, today he puts things in order in your computer .. - And he is unlikely to be free before me, considering how much he loves to restore order anywhere else. But in this paper work, he just dies. - I'm better for you mate than Redfield .. - Chris, this time to rescue you, but enough already seen by his boss in complete idleness! - I will be silent and not distract you, I swear! - In my opinion, sometimes refer to Wesker Chris somehow unfair and biased ...
- Well, well, - he nodded. Then slowly back to his place and will not be distracted from the work. Only coffee, which is still hot.

Keep doing pictures on fanfiction. I only do the image.
Belong to the author fanfiction.
I have a permit. [link]

models
Albert Wesker by A-m-b-e-r-w-o-l-f
Jill by Kukla-Factory
Cup cofee by Decan

made in
Xnalara
PhotoshopCS3