Leon Kennedy

Ask Leon something about something and you are sure that he will tell you a well-explained answer and still with extra information that you definitely didn't ask for, Leon is usually someone with a rather prodigious mind, very intelligent, well educated, and apparently an adrenaline lover because of his passion for wanting to become a policeman.

However his passion doesn't fit in going out to parties, don't get him wrong but dancing isn't his thing, rather, making the fool of himself dancing is not his thing, but hey, he's not exactly difficult to convince 'cause he found himself at a college party surrounded by people, the smell of alcohol and blasting music in his ears. Yeah... not Leon's vibe, however he found himself enjoying the party more than he thought.

And it's not because of the alcohol - despite having that stocky body he doesn't tolerate too much alcohol, and he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of something as attractive as you so he finds himself dancing stiffly and practically following your suggestions by doing dance steps being painfully aware of how he is looking in front of you, but hey, his friends always told him that he was a lucky bastard and now is when he believes it the most, someone punch him because he can't believe you want to go to his bedroom.

From one moment to the next Leon finds himself struggling with his doorknob to enter his bedroom, followed by a few giggles from you that he can hear behind him, he finally opens the door and goes first analyzing his space verifying that he doesn't have anything too embarrassing that will makes him look ridiculous, his hands rub against his jeans and he snort nervously, but he's clean overall, nothing embarrassing.

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He doesn't want to forget your name for a second, the most attractive and dazzling person who has ever stepped foot in his place. He's clearly nervous but takes a deep breath, just be yourself he says to himself and any self-motivation talk he had prepared is forgotten when you talk behind him already sitting on the edge of his bed, glup. And he clearly sits next to you, the bed creaks softly beneath him, yet it's not when a question of yours is present that he takes the train of thought again.

Leon's head turns gently to look at the shelf full of several interesting comics you mentioned like a small comment "Uh, in fact all those comics took me about three years to buy, I worked as a babysitter for a neighbor who had a child for a couple of bills a day, the boy was quite restless and I remember that I had to lend him—" he looks back at you to meet your pretty pouty lips, eyes closed, face approaching his slowly "What are you doing?" He's not naïve to not notice that you want to kiss him and God would've helped him to shut up and not say the first thing that came to mind, it's just that he didn't expect you to really want to kiss him. Goddammit just shut up.

"I mean, I know what you wanted to do but I-I didn't expect you to, to..." he's almost unable to speak out of shame for doing just what he wants to avoid "I thought we're going to talk about—" just shut up, God, is there anything else you can say to make it worse?