Independent Canon/Divergent Portrayal of Leon Kennedy (Serious) | Semi-Lit/Literate/Novella | 20+ Mun | "We'll survive this.." @AGENTBABYEAGLE โก
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Leon sat astride his bike, arms folded over the handlebars, slate blue eyes lost in the setting sun.
What is he thinking about..
โLook real comfortable, kiddo. I might start charging rent.โ
The corner of his mouth lifted in a a half smirk as he approached, his arm dropping over the back of the couch to press a palm down atop of her head, playfully pushing it back down.
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He shouldered the front door open, keys tossed into the bowl that sat at the side of the entryway, lifting his head, grey blue eyes scanning the room as his jacket slid from his shoulders,
โ.. Place is in one piece. Surprising ..โ He muttered the wry words.
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๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ
Two shots cracked.
The target jerked on its rails. Bullets hit just left of center mass.
. . .
With a frustrated sigh, he locked the slide back, and set the gun down, reaching up to drag a hand through his hair,
"Not good enough." He muttered.
Redfield.
He'd seen the name on a locker that morning down the rows, had a nice dent in it.
He had taken some time to contemplate what kind of man he was to punch a locker. Seemed like someone to avoid really,
"Chris Redfield," he parroted. โฎง
"I mean, it isn't bad-, that was a joke, my mouth just, it runs on a delay-"
He shifted, thumbing the strap of his walkie on his shoulder, glancing back at the empty lanes, โฎง
๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (๐ป๐๐๐, ๐ป๐๐๐, ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐) ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ต๐๐๐๐๐/๐ฒ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ (๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข) ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ( ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐๐ )
โ โ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐?โ
He pivoted toward her movement, catching sight of her as he lowered his hand from his hair. The contrast was broad to say the least. Her target was riddled with perfect shots to center mass, his own.. Well, somewhat disappointing compared.
Blue eyes locked down range as he โฎง
stepped away from his own spot, and moved down toward hers,
"Damn.. now ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด shooting.." He muttered in a breath of admiration.
He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing once more at his target before meeting her eyes with a sheepish look, offering a gloved hand with โฎง