Wills Philosophies

Wesker sat in front of the little round table in the middle of the cafeteria typing away in his laptop munching here and there on a pack of crackers he grabbed. He only looked up after hearing the chair across from him scrapping across the tiled floor.  Will sat down to join his friend with a plate of very small salad. Only a small handful of lettuce with some cucumbers and onions...he didn't really need to eat much but the apatite his friend held was almost pitiful. He gave a small sigh gaining Wills attention. "You should eat more." Will glared at the older man and scoffed tossing a croûton at him. "Mind your own business! Anyway what are you working on?" Wesker smirked and looked back at the screen. "None of your business." Will glared at his mockery but didn't reply. "Fine, I don't care anyway!" The two ate in silence, Wesker getting lost in his work until Will finally interrupted again. "So Wesker, did you give those reports to Sergei yet?" The typing stopped for a few moments as the blonde man thought. "Yes, I did so last night before I went to our room." Will nodded his head and brushed a strand of his own dirty blonde locks from his face. "Well good, he was bugging me about it for a few days now." A few more moments of silence passed until Wesker finally stopped his work ans closed the laptop. Will raised an eyebrow at him and rested his elbows on the table. "You done?" Wesker nodded his head slowly and finished off his crackers. "It wasn't a lot, I just wanted to get it done." Will sat back and snickered a little. "You know what I've been thinking lately?" Wesker stared blankly from behind the shades. "No Will I do not read minds." Will rolled his eyes and held up a finger. "I've been thinking about how much of a middle school this place is like!" Wesker crossed his arms and leaned forward a bit. "How in seven hells is this place ANYTHING like a middle school Will?" The younger blonde gave a laugh and waved his hands happily. "Well because! Put aside all of the humanly twisted experiments and looked at how most everybody lives here!" Wesker's head titled in thought. He still couldn't see it." Will sighed and continued his pointless banter. "Well for one thing the lab work everyone does. They fight over who gets what and when they get it, like in a science lab at school! You ever fight with someone over how much they're putting int their mixture?" Wesker thought back to his school years but shook his head. "No Will, I was the kid who if someone insisted on doing something I didn't agree with I I let them do so, and when they walk away I add a few more chemicals to make them sick for a month." Will raised an eyebrow but continued. "Silent revenge huh? Well anyway; then you have here in the cafeteria. Look around! It's placed just like in middle school if you paid any attention to that. You have the sad emo kids over there in a group who are always depressed. You have the jock types who seem to think they know everything. You have the nerds who do everything under the sun by the book. Finally you have the cool kids table, us!" Wesker slammed his head down into the table with a groan. Will went a little wide eyed and stared at the agitated tyrant blankly. "What!?" Wesker looked up dully and put a hand on his temple. "Will....one, you think to hard about social  philosophies. Two, if anything we are not the 'cool' kids. Everybody here is a demented nerd who sooner or later is going to meet a very bloody end. Three....emo!  Really? Who the hell uses that anymore! I don't even know when the hell that started! Why are people so lazy they can't just call it emotionally disturbed!?" Will frowned and crossed his arms. "Well for your information!! It just so happens that I have heard plenty of teenagers say it on tv as f RECENTLY so HA! It is still used! I win you loose!" Wesker felt as though his brain were going to explode. This was going to be a long day......