๏ฝฅ๏พ ย โย ย DECORESCA ,
โ I best hurry, I donโt want to be known as the girl who killed Leon Kennedy !ย My, I donโt think I would everย live that down. โ It was very difficult to keep a smileย from spreading across her face in his presence, it was even harder when the conversationย was so entertaining. It was too hard, so Peach didnโt even try. Her smile seemed to glow, her happiness and enjoyment sincere. It was so easy for her to laugh.ย โ If Iโm a Disney princess, I suppose that means I have a duty to sing. Shall I write you a song about pancakes and how charmingย your floppy hair is ?ย โ
She was piling a few dishes into the sink after he confirmed that the amount she had made was enough.ย โ Perfectย ย ย ย ย ย letโs get eatingย then, chipmunk. โ She opened the fridge to take out a small platter of fruit cut up into itty pieces. It was placed on top of the frilly pink tablecloth, followed by the syrup.ย โ I think Iโm forgetting something, โ she mumbled, tapping her foot and then she let out a small noise of realization.ย โ Right !ย โ The princess returned to the fridge to take out a can of whip cream.ย โ Canโt forget this, can I ?ย โ
The table was artfully arranged around a beautiful bouquet of flowers at the center, already set with cutlery and empty plates.ย โ Sit, Leon, please. Dig in. โ
โ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ. โย ย he shrugs. many have tried to kill him, all of them so far has failed. if she had successfully drove him to starvation, he wouldnโt be surprised if someone from somewhere sent her a thank you card.ย ย โ my . . . floppy hair?ย โย ย he questions, brows rising and heโs looking up at the lock of hair that hangs over his right eye. he pushes it back, hoping to get the hair to hook behind his ear. but its just a little too short and immediately falls out and is back over his face.ย ย โ well . . . if you think itโs charming . . .ย โย a hint of pink shines onto his cheeks and heโs turning his head away.
thankfully, the pancakes were finished and being moved to the table. which means, leon could follow the plate over. like a dog from those old cartoonsย โ floating through the air, following the scent of freshly baked pie.ย ย โ this smells amazing, peach. you mightโve just about outdone yourself.ย โย ย heโs rubbing his hands together with anticipation.
at her invitation, he takes a seat and almost immediately, without even a single thought heโs digging in. reaching for the first pancake and cuts himself a rather large piece, which he promptly attempts to shovel into his mouth.ย ย โ mmm . . .ย โย ย he hums, looking up at her with a closed mouth smile, as he tries to chew down the large amount. then, right on cue . . . his phone starting to ring from inside his pocket. couldnโt he just go one breakfast without this?ย ย โ iโm โ iโm sorry, i have to take this.ย โ