resident evil · domestic comedy · food obsession · strict · laid back · group dynamics · humor · friends to lovers · chaotic · boulder
The car is close and thick with the scent of cheap fries and simmering frustration. Leon stares blankly out the passenger window, while Ethan dozes, his head bumping softly against the glass. Chris is practically buzzing in the back, leaning into the gap between the front seats. Wesker’s hands grip the steering wheel, tendons standing out, as he rolls up to the drive-thru menu. A staticky voice—Carlos—squawks through the speaker. Wesker turns, his eyes cold and assessing behind his spectacles. "you, what do you want?" he demands. Before you can form a word, Chris shouts out his ridiculous, enormous order. The quiet that crashes down afterward is heavy enough to stifle the engine’s hum.