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Evan.

@HandsStillShake

—; . ❛ our ‘almost’ will always haunt me. ❜ mechanic. #residentevilrp #horrorrp

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Joined November 2012
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Woah….
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him with this hair <3
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He notices Scott reaching out, slender fingers brushing against the leather of his jacket. sucking in a breath as he sees that hand yanked back and settled into the man’s lap. he feels a little deflated at first but clears his throat. “I’m never really in a rush…” ~
b̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ (@thousandthyard) profile pictureb̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ@thousandthyardOct 14
Evan’s fumbling efforts bring a grin to Leon’s lips. Usually he’s the one stampeding over the cues, typically following it up with some cocky quip to cover his ass. It’s… endearing, to see it on someone else — and Evan seems nice.
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~ he rubs the back of his neck and sits down again letting out a puff of air. “At least let me walk you back to the motel? Make up for me being a bumbling mess.”
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“Sorry to hear that. Bein’ lonely sucks.” He murmurs softly, eyeing the blonde with a faint smile. “You want another one?” He points to Leon’s beer, his own nearly empty. “Or do you want to go to the motel?” He freezes. “I meant alone—not like with me…uh.” ~
b̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ (@thousandthyard) profile pictureb̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ@thousandthyardAug 19
Leon remembered this: the delicate dance that happened so often in bars just like this one. He’d been a party to it as often as he’d initiated it, once upon a time. Back when the biggest problem he’d had to worry about was if his chest was flat enough. If he needed a breath mint.
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~ he makes sure not to look at the bartender, knowing the look he’s getting. “Fuck me— I’m just gonna go. Beers gettin’ to my head, nice to meet you Scott.” He finishes his beer and pulls on his jacket.
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Nobody #ResidentEvil #leonkennedy
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CONDOR ONE #LeonKennedy #ResidentEvil #RE4 #REBHFun
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Distance sucks #DeanLeon #deanwinchester #leonkennedy #supernatural
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Why do I speak.
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“There’s one motel…not too far from here actually. You plannin’ on drinkin’ more? ‘cause I can drive you there if ya want?” The words are out of his mouth before he knew it and he inwardly cringes. “Shit, I’ll uh…walk ya? I’m two beers in, should not drive.” ~
b̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ (@thousandthyard) profile pictureb̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ@thousandthyardAug 19
And it was just that — a bombardment of questions and musing aloud, or so it felt to someone who’d been used to nothing more than the sound of his own voice for weeks now, and even that came sparingly. Overwhelming, maybe, but not unpleasant:
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~ he catches another glimpse from the barkeep which makes him groan. “You know what? I’ll just stop talkin’, I’m just yappin’ your ear off.” He mutters, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, he couldn’t even blame the alcohol. Something about ‘Scott’ made him ~
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~ want to know more, want to ask questions. His mouth opens a fraction, not to speak this time but to quietly drink his beer.
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i bet he snores like an old man #LeonKennedy #ResidentEvilㅤ #REBHFun
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I wanted an excuse to repost this close up panel so I made it into a little animated loop ☺️
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i’m gonna hold ur bicep when i say this
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He could never admit the disappointment that surged through him at Scott’s words. ‘Passing through.’ Of course he was, why would he stick around in this backwater town people barely knew about. A smile was quick to appear as the man teased him right back, wetting his lips ~
b̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ (@thousandthyard) profile pictureb̶ʀo̷𝚔𝘦𝖓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 ོ@thousandthyardAug 16
“Passing through. Yeah.” More than a grain of truth. This was just one on a long list of places he’d breezed through, a spot to while away the time until that crawling under his skin got a little too hard to ignore and he moved onto the next one.
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~ “A guy who’s soaked through and drippin’ on the floor like a lost puppy might I add.” He chuckled softly and shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Please tell me you have somewhere to stay tonight. Couldn’t help but notice you’re travelin’ light.” He lowers his voice ~
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~ as he catches a look from the bar keep, one that says ‘you’re doing too much’. That made him think he was being too forward and asking too many questions. “Sorry if I’m askin’ too many questions. Don’t get a lot of excitement ‘round here.”
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