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[Stardust ✨ @GhostLibraries]

Do not mind me, I am just here gathering all the loose threads of my past lives.

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refreshing in the way he let her handle him so freely without making excuses. Or maybe it's because her hands felt warm.

" Care to share with the class where you're taking me, Miss Redfield? "

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One thing Leon learned the hard way was that Claire could have the energy of a tornado. One moment she was poking his arm, and the other she was dragging him out of the door. And he was smart enough to entertain her for a little bit if it meant she wasn't ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ His answer made Claire's face turn ice cold, clearly showing she didn't believe him at all. If Leon could actually eat real food, there wouldn't be any zombies in this world. But who was Claire to blame people for their eating habits when she was practically

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drowning in paperwork again.

" Define real food, again. " Leon grumbled, hoping she wasn't taking this as an opportunity to drag him for cheeseburgers when there's nothing healthy in them. All pretense. Despite his grumpy demeanor, there's something ( . . . )

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point it out, make a funny remark or a stupid joke, she scolded him.

" Huh . . . last night? " He said while he was trying to recall the last time he ate something that wasn't reheated food. " When was the last time you had something other than coffee or cheeseburgers? "

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A short exhale escaped the man's lips as she switched from the pen to her finger. He sounded almost defeated, accepting the fact that she would not stop unless she got whatever she wanted.

Leon decided to humor Claire, even doing a little flex of muscle ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Nuh-uh” She replied quickly, shaking her head as if without hesitation. She was intently observing, yet she couldn't recall the last time his muscles looked like. That prompted her to switch from a pen to her finger to try and measure it.

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while she tested it, just to play a little. Not that Kennedy expected her to say something about it, or the fact that he had been training more.

His gaze fell to her lips, the way she stuck her tongue while she got lost in thought. But before he could even ( . . . )

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" Are you done, Red? " He asked with an arched brow, his pen still pressing against his bicep, barely hiding a smirk on his lips at the way she seemed so lost in thought.

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The sudden poke in his bicep forced Kennedy to look down, a frown mirroring in his expression before he looked up, staring at the redhead ranting through his fringe. Leon let her talk and poke all she wanted, which he would probably regret in a second. ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating or if it's just that I haven't seen you in ages... your muscles have all atrophied…” She frowned, confusedly poking @FOOLAGENT arm with the tip of her pen, her mind racing with many thoughts.

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went to bed, repeat — nothing exciting about him. Long sigh, it's been a long time since he took a day off, too.

"I need a vacation, too. "

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The fact that it took Claire a moment to think when she last had a day off was alarming — as if Kennedy wasn't a workaholic himself, too.

He didn't know why, but whenever he was around Claire, he wanted her to be okay, in all aspects. Or maybe he was overreacting. ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

Her eyebrows raised as if she couldn't understand what interested him so much in the word "boyfriend," but she casually waved the circle of thoughts away.

“The last time I took a day off...?”

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" Two years. "

He repeated. It's definitely been that long since he last checked on her properly. As far as he knew, he wasn't very good at keeping track of stuff like this.

" Fine, I guess. " Kennedy muttered, looking away. What was left to say? He fought BOWs, ( . . . )

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After all, she was only referring to her job — he was also tied to his job, right?

" Okay . . . When was the last time you got a day off? " He asked genuinely, his concern masked as curiosity.

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Kennedy eyed at the desk he was leaning on. Files, notes, laptop with probably twenty tabs opened. She seemed definitely busy right now — and here he was, interrupting.

" Boyfriend. " The word rolled off his tongue almost bitter, unsure why that word set him off. ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

His question made her eyes widen instantly as an idea struck her. The younger Redfield practically jumped out of her chair and quickly, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 violently, checked her laptop.

And what she did was plug in the laptop before it died from a dead battery.

“Not even close —”

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" So, care to explain what are you up to? "

His gaze flickered to the pile of papers, empty cups and open laptop. By the sight of it, he can tell she had been working her ass off for hours, if not days.

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" Punch me . . . That’d be a first. " He murmured with a gruff humorous laugh, nodding his head as if half—agreeing, half—surprised.

His head cocked to the side, studying. Not everyday he gets to hear a Redfield rant like this. It’s quite amusing, in fact. ( . . . )

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

“Of course—”

She admitted it boldly, casually touching her lips to the rim of her coffee cup, as if discussing tonight's dinner.

“You're a real troublemaker, you know?”

Claire tapped her fingers on her coffee cup three or four times before making a serious face,

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Long 𝘴𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘨𝘩. He's exhausted.

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A huff in the form of a chuckle escaped his mouth. 𝗔𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱. His arms crossed, leaning back against the crowded desk. " Do I appear in your hallucinations 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 often, Claire? " He's teasing.

[𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 (𝐒.𝐇.) @HONOREDFIELD]

Her nose sniffed at the aroma of coffee, but when she saw him appear, she blinked slowly.

“Are hallucinations so advanced now that they can even make coffee?”

She giggled, quickly put down her pen, and grabbed her coffee cup with both hands and she cleared her throat.

“Hi…?”

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quietly slides a cup of coffee towards @HONOREDFIELD, she seems 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥.

[𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣. @dapiercerookie]

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