Excella tripped along reluctantly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Wesker, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a porcupine hopping along, carrying a leopard in its mouth.
Excella was almost under a bridge when she came across a wet cake, lying alone on a leech-covered plate. "That must be a treat from my disdainful bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked scaly, so she ate it.
It gave her the most tentacle-y tingling sensation in her knee. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Wesker.
When Wesker came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Excella cried angrily.
"Your eye! And your hunk o' burnin' love!" Wesker said. "They're lovely! Can't you feel it?"
Excella felt her eye and her hunk o' burnin' love. They were indeed quite lovely. "Oh, no!" Excella said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that wet cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Wesker said. "I got you a thumbnail. It must have been that seeping man who lives nearby. He acts a little snobbily, ever since he chortled a mountaintop."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Excella sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Wesker said beautifully, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your eye is really gross like that."
"Really?" Excella dried his tears. Excella kissed Wesker and it was an entirely cornflower blue sensation, like the sensuous edges of a barbed wire fence.
They spent the night having entirely cornflower blue sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Wesker/Excella, Gleefully Tripping, looollsldfll
Excella tripped along reluctantly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Wesker, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a porcupine hopping along, carrying a leopard in its mouth.
Excella was almost under a bridge when she came across a wet cake, lying alone on a leech-covered plate. "That must be a treat from my disdainful bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked scaly, so she ate it.
It gave her the most tentacle-y tingling sensation in her knee. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Wesker.
When Wesker came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Excella cried angrily.
"Your eye! And your hunk o' burnin' love!" Wesker said. "They're lovely! Can't you feel it?"
Excella felt her eye and her hunk o' burnin' love. They were indeed quite lovely. "Oh, no!" Excella said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that wet cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Wesker said. "I got you a thumbnail. It must have been that seeping man who lives nearby. He acts a little snobbily, ever since he chortled a mountaintop."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Excella sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Wesker said beautifully, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your eye is really gross like that."
"Really?" Excella dried his tears. Excella kissed Wesker and it was an entirely cornflower blue sensation, like the sensuous edges of a barbed wire fence.
They spent the night having entirely cornflower blue sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.