starter call || tara carpenter || @fcrafcrtnight
leon has a job to do -- a really important job to do. keep the girl alive. really, it's a repetitive task at this point. its always some variation of "keep x person safe" or "rescue this damsel" or "find a way to kill this unkillable abomination, leon! it's your job! "
all this to say, protecting tara should be easy, simple. but she keeps finding a way to slip his sharp gaze. fucking obnoxious. but! between his recon skills, and pure fucking spiteful determination, he knows he'll be able to find her quick.
and he does -- she was stupid to think she could stop in a cafe without him finding her. as if he wouldn't think to find someone of her age at this trendy shop.
he catches her arm, firm grip as he glares down at her. "did you really run out on me? you got a death wish?"







