my antidepressants aint working anymore, and i reckon yours arent either..
...okayh?
I reckon they work just fine.
I'm sorry if yours don't.
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@di-leon-kennedy
my antidepressants aint working anymore, and i reckon yours arent either..
...okayh?
I reckon they work just fine.
I'm sorry if yours don't.
Is there an off switch somewhere? Or any switches at all?
Living somewhere in a cozy farmhouse until the missions call...
His right hand is about to come off!
leon "shut up" kennedy
Hmm, I'm uncertain if you have, but I'm not above abusing MIND READER powers when they're presented to me.
Mind reader meme [x]
Mmm, haven't really gotten to know you yet, Evan. Though I'm not blind nor immune to charming, handsome guys who look teasable.
where is my government issued masochist ?
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a sub that wants to be controlled but gets bratty when someone actually tells them what to do only to be put in their place by a Dom who knows how to handle all of their moods
Resident Evil: Death Island Manga - EPISODE 7
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I have a couple of letter openers, do they work? Or do we want actual swords?
//thanks for making my morning little brighter. Goddamn swordfight xD
Hm.. yes that should work. Though if you want an actual sword im sure I could find a way to get them
I'm fine either way.
It basically comes down to how close you wanna get. Swords are much longer than letter openers.
I think the letter openers are more homoerotic then.
Then letter openers it is.
If I can actually find them.
Come now Mr Kennedy, I dont have all day.
He turns to face the man in disbelief and rolls his eyes and shakes of his head as he continues to rummage through his desk drawers. After a minute or two a letter opener flies through the air at Zeno and Leon takes another into his own hand.
Zeno catches the letter opener, flipping it to hold it like a sword.
"Ill have you know i am trained in the art of swordfighting. You cannot win, Mr Kennedy."
He flipped the letter opener in his hand as he walked around his table. "Where does a weapons dealer need to know how to sword fight?" Amusement flickered across his serious expression before he continued. "Didn't know we were competition. What's the price then?"
"Never know when situations like this may arise, Mr Kennedy," he stands in perfect riposte position, waiting for Leon to make the first move.
"Depends, what would you want from me and what do you have that I want?"
"You have weird customers." He took a few swift steps forward, closing the distance between them just to tap the blades and see how serious Zeno actually was about his allegations. "I doubt I have anything you could possibly want."
Zeno slides the blade down and back up the length of the other man's. He quickly disarms him, punching him in the face before tossing the letter opener back to him.
"Hm... you accompanying me to a small get together."
Staggered by the punch, he pressed his knuckles to his nose, checking for blood, despite the weak impact. He caught the letter opener with ease and instantly shifted his grip to a combat hold.
"Fine."
"And if you win?"
He lunges at Leon, their letter openers clinking together with each attempt to gain the advantage. Zeno goes to punch him again, but Meon catches it this time, no longer expecting Zeno to play fair.
"You'll become my informant."
Dodging the oncoming punch, he dives under Zeno's arm, jabbing him in the back. Zeno spins around quickly and Leon swiftly rushes him trying to gain the upper hand. Their blades dance around each other, clanking together as the two move around the floor.
"Informant? Is that the best use of my... talents?" He smirks.
Zeno is toying with him. He could easily take him out if he wanted to. But this little dance they have is too much fun. He sweeps his leg, attempting to knock him to the ground, but Leon somersaults backwards the second his back hits the floor. This whole fight would be annoying if it weren't so ridiculous. In fact, Zeno might just be having fun.
"First thing that came to mind. I don't know any of your talents." The statement left his lips as a curious question, his voice dropping to warm rasp as the sentences dragged on.
He quickly jumped up from the ground, knowing full well this was rather ridiculous and could easily be ended. Definitely not by him, the only thing he knew about sword fighting was from Star Wars, which wasn't helpful. He didn't even get a second before Zeno was already coming for him. As he tried to dodge and block everything that was thrown at him, the room started to feel smaller. He was rapidly running out of options to avoid being disarmed or hit. Apparently sword fighting is fairly different from combat knife fighting. He had to think of something else, and rather quickly, if he wanted even a chance, before he fumbled or hit the wall.
He takes advantage of Leon's inexperience, backing him increasingly quickly up against a wall. He holds the letter opener to his neck when he finally butts up against the wall.
"Do you want to go again or will you concede your loss?"
As he tried to block every strike Zeno threw, he finally crashed against the wall with a thud. Quick to evade, he found himself met with a blade up on his neck with Zeno's piercing gaze. Unconsciously he lifted his chin as if the blade might actually cut him, his bright blues locked onto Zenos golden ones as The platinum man spoke. Go again? Zeno was fucking playing with him, like a cat with a mouse.
"I thought it only ended when either of us disarmed the other, but I still have this.."
Boldly, he pressed the letter opener to Zeno's hip, adding just enough pressure to be felt through the fabric against his skin, but not enough to hurt. All the while, he did nothing but stare into those golden eyes with a flick of a smirk.
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