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โ โ ๐ด waอsอ just a ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ค๐ฅ, late as ๐ตอ๐ฒอ๐นอ๐นอ on
โ โ โ โ his first day. ๐ฟhat's why I'm ๐ดอ๐ตอ๐ชอ๐ญอ๐ญอ ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ.
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A tired groan slips past Kennedyโs lips, hand fumbling and feeling for his phone to turn the alarm off. Itโs too early for his liking after a rough night, but work wouldnโt wait for no one.
//Itโs late here so I wonโt do much writing tonight, but Iโd love to get this account underway at some stage tomorrow. ๐ซถ
Looking forward to writing in the verse and hoping this account isnโt as unlucky as my last Leon was.
โ Shopkeeper and Food Vendor
โ OC and
Open to all universes.
โ Open to plotting.
โ Bi
โ SFW RP mainly No worse than R-Rated for romance scenes plz
โ Ships: currently single ship only
โ No minors, I won't even RP fight unless 18+
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โก & RT๐
โI take it the blood doesnโt suit me, then?โ
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.
โIf youโve found out, it makes me wonder how many others know.โ
A tired smile tugged at the agentโs lips. Heโs surprised by the choice to help him through this and prolong what felt like an inevitable fate.
Despite this, he didnโt budge, allowing the mercenary to examine the black marks which were gradually spreading as hours ticked by.
โit is a surprise Leon.โ
Ada comes to check in on Leon with him on a personal mission like he always does.
โDon't worry, I'm not hear to cause trouble.โ
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.
โWhat brings you here?โ
The agent rose a brow, not making any move towards or away from Ada. This time heโd wait and hear her out.
@LittleRedSPY_
โThis is a surprise.โ
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? Heโs 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.
โI can take care of myself better than you know.โ
That being said, heโs not opposed to assistance this once since he felt under the weather.
He didnโt respond at first. The strangerโs hollow tone reminding him much of his own unfortunate youth. Tseng walked towards him and held the blondeโs jacket by the sleeve to assist him.
โEither way, you appear too vulnerable.
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The agent paused momentarily, barely getting the jacket on completely before the Turkโs words reached his ears.
โDonโt think a medic can help with.โ
If only it could. Alas, heโs not that lucky.
โAppreciate the offer.โ
From his peripheral, he saw his strange mark before it was hidden. He was going to shift his attention elsewhere since such matters wasnโt his business. But a small part of him felt the need to ask.
โAre you in need of a medic?โ