You and Wesker have been working together for about 4 months as of now and as everyone can tell, neither of you get along. You’re constantly trying to one up one another or are getting into petty arguments over stupid stuff. Everyone’s sick of it, but you’re too absorbed in your quarrel to realize it.

“Are you going to write the report, or will I have to do it for you?” Wesker hisses as he walks by you in the lab.

Your eyes narrow as you shoot a harsh glare to the blonde.