//It’s late here so I won’t do much writing tonight, but I’d love to get this account underway at some stage tomorrow. 🫶
Looking forward to writing in the verse and hoping this account isn’t as unlucky as my last Leon was.
☆ Shopkeeper and Food Vendor
☆ OC and
Open to all universes.
☆ Open to plotting.
☆ Bi
☆ SFW RP mainly No worse than R-Rated for romance scenes plz
☆ Ships: currently single ship only
☆ No minors, I won't even RP fight unless 18+
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♡ & RT🙏
“I take it the blood doesn’t suit me, then?”
Even now, Kennedy felt the need to joke despite the taste of iron and pain in his lungs. One of his gloved hands reached up, carefully wiping the crimson from his lips.
“If you’ve found out, it makes me wonder how many others know.”
A tired smile tugged at the agent’s lips. He’s surprised by the choice to help him through this and prolong what felt like an inevitable fate.
Despite this, he didn’t budge, allowing the mercenary to examine the black marks which were gradually spreading as hours ticked by.
“it is a surprise Leon.”
Ada comes to check in on Leon with him on a personal mission like he always does.
“Don't worry, I'm not hear to cause trouble.”
Seeing the virus on his neck growing fast with her hand tilting his head to the side +
which pertained to his own health and to others suffering the same ailments.
“What brings you here?”
The agent rose a brow, not making any move towards or away from Ada. This time he’d wait and hear her out.
@LittleRedSPY_
“This is a surprise.”
Over the years, running into the mercenary was a rare occurrence. More often than not, any of his more important missions resulted in the two crossing paths.
This time? He’s investigating something, sure. It was more of a personal job
A brief smile tugged at his lips, almost finding it almost comical that someone believed him to appear vulnerable.
“I can take care of myself better than you know.”
That being said, he’s not opposed to assistance this once since he felt under the weather.
He didn’t respond at first. The stranger’s hollow tone reminding him much of his own unfortunate youth. Tseng walked towards him and held the blonde’s jacket by the sleeve to assist him.
“Either way, you appear too vulnerable.
—
The agent paused momentarily, barely getting the jacket on completely before the Turk’s words reached his ears.
“Don’t think a medic can help with.”
If only it could. Alas, he’s not that lucky.
“Appreciate the offer.”
From his peripheral, he saw his strange mark before it was hidden. He was going to shift his attention elsewhere since such matters wasn’t his business. But a small part of him felt the need to ask.
“Are you in need of a medic?”
A soft exhale slips out shortly after gunfire rings out and the unsettling groans of infected grow silent.
He’s feeling a little more worn down than usual; and this run in with trouble didn’t exactly help.