The Ventriloquist:  Wesker tiptoed past the room Scarface was 'snoozing' in and headed down the hall and into the kitchen. It was rather weird to have a conversation with someone you could honestly lean out the door and talk too.. but ah. Maybe Rhino would benefit from the computer experience.

Button up shirt untucked and coat n bow-tie misses - thus Arnie was casual. The Ventriloquist stepped into the kitchen and headed over to the fridge to see if they even had any cheese to make Rhino's “grilt chiis” with.

Rhino:  Rhino rubbed one massive hand over his forehead, the other hesitating over the keyboard. Computers were hard. Even harder than arithmetic and the tying of one's shoes- Oh, those tricky bunnies and their hedge-diving ways. Let's see.. The current music in his head was.. Well, he found it hard to get the Oscar Mayer jingle out of his head, and a tag..? Rhino shifted slightly, looking down at his clothing. None, he supposed. "N...uuuu...n." Clickety-clack. Hmm..

The Ventriloquist:  It was kinda funny how some people took such things as simple typing for granted. Tho Arnie supposed that Rhino did well for himself. Brawns had their place in the crime-world. As long as he didn't smash his computer.  Ahah Cheese! Wesker pulled a few slices, the tub of butter and some break out from the fridge.

He wrinkled his nose before he shut the door tho. The hell? How old was that MILK in there? That's disgusting. Ah well. Items set on the counter and then the little man made a small amount of clanging to pull out a skillet.  "Rhino." He trilled softly as he pulled out a butter knife. Being careful not to be too loud - just hoping to echo vocally enough down the hall of the small hideout. "How m-many of these sandwiches would you like?"

Rhino:  Rhino wouldn't smash the computer.. Well. Maybe if he was mistakenly linked to something particularly awful. And the internet being what it was.. Alright, so it was fairly likely. But now, he just typed, and smiled real big-like when people commented. At the sound of Mister Wesker's voice, he got clumsily up from his chair and made for the kitchen. Something about the manner of the way the older male moved.. It subdued the brute somewhat, and was enjoyable to see. Rhino liked to watch Wesker do simple things, and liked to listen to him talk. Scarface's shouting and sleaze inspired obedience, but Wesker inspired attentiveness.. and it was endearing. "Five, Mistah Wesker? Please," He added, remembering his manners.. Ones he liked to affect in front of Wesker, but never the Boss.

The Ventriloquist:  It was small moments like this.. that Arnold was free. Not in the sense that he was any saner - but with the puppet snoozing and simply hiding out in the well - hideout; the mousy man was unburdened by crime or his wooden mouthpiece - he could do those simple things. "My goodness..." Wesker smiled shyly as he laid out ten pieces of bread and began to butter then. He looked up at his goon with those impenetrable glasses and raised thin brows in an astonished manner. "I'd ask you if you're sure you could eat that many.. but I know."

Ah Rhino was adorable in his bumbling manner. Simple things made him happy. Food. Praise. And he was good company when he wasn't trying to break a man's spine in half.

Rhino:  It wasn't TOO often the trained dog snarled and bit. When left to his own devices, his default expression was one of complacent, cheerful ignorance. He enjoyed watching and listening, much like a child, but actually learning just wasn't his thing. He absorbed and let the sights and the sounds wash over his brain, painting his mind in colors that soon faded and had to be replaced. And he gazed, standing dumbly in the doorway.

The Ventriloquist:  If they'd never met in BlackGate - where would Rhino be now? Reformed or spending life? Perhaps the latter - Arnold was sorry Scarface was such a bad influence; but he seriously wouldn't have made it this far himself without the big goons loyalty - so making him lunch was one of the easiest ways to placate the giant man. Cheese added and sandwiches began.

Between having to flip them; the Ventriloquist turned around and leaned lightly on the counter and looked over at Rhino. Mismatched hands rubbed together in his typical nervous manner before he'd either speak or fumble. ".... Do you really worry, Rhino? You should know Mr. Scarface and I always come back.. even if we loose you.. like in B-black gate.. we'll come get you out again. "

Rhino:  He blinked, shaken out of a nonintellectual reverie, and shook his head, then lowered it on the thick trunk of his neck to watch the floor. "Nah, Mister Wesker, I don' worry about nothin'. Not with you. You an' Boss is always gonna be there and protect me, right?" He smiled, unmoving, and found something interesting between the kitchen tile to stare at. "And I'm always gonna protect you two."

The Ventriloquist:  The older man's brows flinched and danced in that oh-gosh way they always did wither he wasn't sure which emotion he should be displaying. Frankly he was touched; but also he felt a little guilty. Rhino had always been there.. and Scarface had nearly waked em a few times. And honestly - even as loyal as the goon was.. the puppet could still wak him.

But that was something Mr. Wesker would never tell his goon. "Of courrrrrrse, Rhino." Arnold nearly cooed and scrunched his face into a smile causing the fine lines around his mouth and under his glasses to show his true age. "I would pain me very much if you got hurt."  Or burned.

Burned? What... Oh shit - Wesker turned around and grabbed the shpatchler to flip the sandwiches... which were a little extra crispy on one side now.

Rhino:  Rhino sniffed and scuffed at the floor with one heavy boot, not noticing the sandwich situation, and he let out a low noise that sounded like a sigh. He was quiet for a moment or two, and then a string of words that sounded very familiar to his tongue spilled out. "I.. I-know-Mist'r-Wesker, I-promise-I.. won't get hurt." He was good at keeping himself alive, but not out of trouble.

The Ventriloquist:  Oh gosh was Rhino having a spout of bashfulness? God god.. and Arnie had his damn back turned flippin' freakin' cheese sandwiches. Ah but he heard the tone the big guy used and quickly flipped the last one and turned back around (Hopefully he'd time it right this time.) and took a couple steps toward the goon. "We'll uh.. just have to watch each other's backs then, right?"

He reached out with his calloused right hand and patted the big goon's own; flinched his brows a bit and found the exit out of the odd moment they had put themselves into. "... I bet you've not washed those hands of yours have you?" Arnie cocked a brow.

Rhino:  Rhino shook his head, struck dumb. ..er. Well, his face went just a touch pinker, as.. they hadn't.. Well, it wasn't that they'd never touched, but the behemoth was always caught off guard by anyone willingly holding his hand, or doing anything of that nature. He signified his lack of cleanliness with a truncated head-shake, brows lifted somewhat.

The Ventriloquist:  And why should Wesker be afraid of touching Rhino? Granted - yes - there had been many a person who'd out right hurt him - but never his gentle goon. The Ventriloquist 'tsked' lightly against his teeth and curled three fingers and his thumb around the big goon's own pudgy digit and tugged lightly. "Well you c-can wash them in the sink then, come alone.. I'd hate to burn your lunch completely."

Rhino:  Thus was just about every day conducted around this house.. That is to say, every moment when Scarface slept. Without the Boss, the two reverted into the roles of Nanny and Wayward Child, if not.. Well. The larger creature was very easily led, and he didn't flinch as a little boy might when soapy water touched him.. It just hadn't occurred to him to do it.

The Ventriloquist:  They were an odd little family in a sense. Just Rhino, Arnold and Mr. Scarface. Ratso and Mugsy didn't stick around half as much. (Mugsy having gotten arrested again the other night.) Well.. Mr. Scarface might not think of them as family - but the goons were the closest thing the little man had. He led Rhino to the sink, guided the big guys hands into the warm tap and then soaped up the gun-hardened near wolf-paws. Not to say he washed the Rhino's hands like a mother would wash a baby - Had to scrub to get the damn dirt off.  But he ran their hands together and then grabbed a hand towel and pressed it into the big goon's drippy fingers with another small smile. "..there.. all clean. I'll finish up your sandwiches and then you can eat, al right?" A light squeeze of both those big hands and Arnold moved to fetch the sandwiches.

Rhino:  Rhino stood, rubbing the cloth about in his hands, and by the time he was through he'd dried off pretty well. Something seemed to occur to him as Wesker strolled away, and for a moment he looked unsure, but then he remembered himself. "Mister Wesker..! Ah.. Y'don' think..s'gonna be any trouble t'night..?" Wesker out on.. Well, Rhino conceived it as being business, never tended to bode well for him. At most, it was loneliness, but at least it was boredom.

The Ventriloquist:  Wesker grabbed a plate and flipped the cheese sandwiches onto it and went to hand it to the big goon. But he paused and canted his head up at the larger men.  What was he reading in the big guys face?  Concern? Noisiness?  Jealousy? No.. not that.

Arnie shook his head. "Nothing will happen. You'll be there to watch over me.. Right? ... Here." He offered the plate up toward the goon. "A little crispy.. but fresh and hot." He offered the goon a reassuring smile.

Rhino:  A grin was offered in return as he took the plate and fell-to. And that was all Rhino could really offer the Ventriloquist.. An ear, though it was uncomprehending, a fist that could be someday broken, and a smile that was all sunshine and cement. "Thank you, Mister Wesker."

The Ventriloquist:  "You're welcome Rhino." Arnie smiled - and made sure to turn off the stove. "Enjoy your lunch.. I need to go wake up Mr. Scarface." He gave another little pat to the goons hand and then stepped of lightly down the hall. Feeling.. content..and just a wee bit confused.