[ he's got no guarantee if david's coming or not, so he's outside the coal tower, trying to fix the mortar on one wall so it doesn't collapse any further. it's a constant fight to keep his property standing, but so far, he's at least not losing. ]
[ it doesn't take long to get to macmillan, shorter than it feels like it should actually, but maybe he just lost track of time. he doesn't know where evan is, not like he actually confirmed he was coming, but he figures if he heads toward the workshop one of them'll find the other sooner rather than later. at the very least evan will know there's someone about and come stomping over. ]
[ a part of him senses a trespasser - or, more accurately, his traps, someone coming just close enough that he can tell. it's what makes him pause in his work for a second before deciding to finish the section he's working on before heading back.
it takes about ten minutes, and then he's on his way back, assuming the workshop is where anyone ever goes. there's been no screams and no shut traps, so maybe it's an errant passerby, or maybe it's ghost face.
or david. why exactly did he offer to take out the glass? why not. david's an idiot, but an idiot who got around an arrogant piece of shit who, unlike nemesis, does have a tendency to trespass. besides, he can always make things worse just for the hell of it. ]
[ it's only once he's down to the mineshaft near the workshop that david absolutely has to start closing traps to get around, which he'd prefer not to do, but whatever. if evan feels some type of way about it he can reset them when he gets here. ]
[ david, once he gets in there, peels off his jacket with a hiss of pain and dumps it down on a workbench that looks relatively unoccupied. after a moment does the same with his shirt, if a lot slower and with a lot more complaints from his body about it. it's plainly obvious just from a glance that he's been through it, upper arm and shoulder cut up from when he landed on it in the glass, but there's a cut on his forehead too, his hands and forearms. those have mostly dried up, but his shoulder is still bleeding pretty heavily. ]
[ what a mess. it's not the worst he's come out of the station by a long way, but david still grimaces when he twists his arm to get a proper look at the damage. ]
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was it worth getting covered in shit again on your way out?
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Yeah actually.
It's the little things, you know.
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[ maybe less so when he's not actively there to bust traps and steal shit. ]
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Well, that and start fights, but I'm not in any state to be doing that right now.
[ plus he has Complicated Feelings after that whole... thing. there's a reason david's been less combative as of late and it's not that dick. ]
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[ evan being completely incapable of understanding how someone might be troubled by killing - it's been too long since he felt that, if he ever did. ]
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And I'm not quite stupid enough to come at you with a bum shoulder if I don't have to.
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how bad's it cut up?
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Ain't stopped to take a look. Can still use it, so I'm not exactly worried.
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Is this a trick?
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[ he just really doesn't like wesker, okay, and the idea of david getting around him to do something as petty as take a shower finally hit evan. ]
thought i was on your list?
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[ that said he might be rerouting to head toward the estate instead of the campfire. ]
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[ he's got no guarantee if david's coming or not, so he's outside the coal tower, trying to fix the mortar on one wall so it doesn't collapse any further. it's a constant fight to keep his property standing, but so far, he's at least not losing. ]
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it takes about ten minutes, and then he's on his way back, assuming the workshop is where anyone ever goes. there's been no screams and no shut traps, so maybe it's an errant passerby, or maybe it's ghost face.
or david. why exactly did he offer to take out the glass? why not. david's an idiot, but an idiot who got around an arrogant piece of shit who, unlike nemesis, does have a tendency to trespass. besides, he can always make things worse just for the hell of it. ]
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[ david, once he gets in there, peels off his jacket with a hiss of pain and dumps it down on a workbench that looks relatively unoccupied. after a moment does the same with his shirt, if a lot slower and with a lot more complaints from his body about it. it's plainly obvious just from a glance that he's been through it, upper arm and shoulder cut up from when he landed on it in the glass, but there's a cut on his forehead too, his hands and forearms. those have mostly dried up, but his shoulder is still bleeding pretty heavily. ]
[ what a mess. it's not the worst he's come out of the station by a long way, but david still grimaces when he twists his arm to get a proper look at the damage. ]
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