; listen yall can hate all you want, but I see Leon being very frugal when it’s not something super crucial. He’ll drop 15K without turning his head, but spend more than $1200 on rent? Not happening. My mans lives in a trailer on the outskirts of DC where he can be left alone
the concept of leon, claire, and sherry on the run/roadtripping out of raccoon city after everything has been on my mind for the past couple of days…. genuinely 2 kids taking care of another kid oh god
oh, y'know. duty calls ... i'm guessin' it's the same for you. today was supposed to be my day off, but i should'a known better than to get my hopes up for one of those.
@fromthesands He knows it’s a sensitive subject for a lot of folks. One offer is enough for him, it’s always extended. Not the kind of man to hammer it time and time again.
“I make a mean rib. How about you just bring some drinks? Bonus points if it’s something I’ve never had before.”
@fromthesands “Understandable. A lot of people in our line of work tend to.” Leon shrugged, he’s not judging. “Doors are always open if you want. No pressure, though. I grill every Sunday after the fact though, if that’s more your style.” Hands dwell confined in his pant pockets.
Leon stood stationary as it happened, eyes lingered on Chris as he walked back to the helicopter. “I’ll call you,” he repeated, though without the projection Chris boomed out. Didn’t seem necessary.
(Don’t get yourself killed in there*). Logically, Leon knew it was a (+)
Chris watched Leon's hand slip away, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he exhaled, a quiet breath through his nose.
"You're welcome."
Chris could see the conflict behind Leon's eyes well enough without forcing him to put it into words. +
worst thing he could've done, because the next thing he knew, flames dove out behind him, even scorching the back of his outfit in some places. Up he got, and he ran about halfway back to the helicopter before the lack of oxygen caught up to him. And down he fell onto the (+)