Like Normal Leon, but Adorably Small

Resident Evil, everything is the same except that Leon is about 6 inches tall. I will mimic partner's RP style but prefer 3rd person semi-lit

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon Kennedy RP Blog.... But tinier

Info:

Mod: Arty @artistica18 they/them, 30 years old, taken

Muse: Leon, he/him, 51, bisexual and single. He is 6 inches tall but not chibi, he looks like his normal self.

Canon: Everything that happened to Leon in canon happened to tiny Leon, he just happens to be.... Tiny. You may ask questions but you must be prepared for the answers.

Alternatively, he was big through the games and is now tiny. I don't really mind, I'll go with whatever is funnier for the bit.

The how/why of him being tiny can change based on our RP, unless I decide I really like something and make it canon. However, he will never be big. Whatever happened is permanent, he just might not know it yet.

Boundaries:

Do not flirt with Mod please.

Flirting with Leon is welcome and encouraged. NSFW is welcome and encouraged. Explicit RP can happen in DMs.

Unless specified, all relationships will exist in their own realities. Duplicates, Crossovers, and OCs are welcome as well. (If your OC has an existing relationship with Leon just shoot me a DM with a quick rundown so I can act accordingly)

Minors will be blocked.

Limits: sexualized gore or scat, death in general. If you aren't sure, just ask in DMs. I'll probably say yes.

If I ever take longer than a day or two to respond to your ask/post, please please please DM me, I almost certainly missed it.

Tags:

Blogs will be tagged with blog name

#mini Leon conversations - Roleplay Threads

#mini Leon answers - ask posts

#mini Leon's camera - art posts

#ooc post - things that are not in character, either speaking as mod or general blog management stuff

[not-an-imitation]

What if I continue the tiny Zeno with a tiny Zeno side blog. Him and tiny Leon would be great friends.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

//do it do it do it

[mini-zeno-official]

// i may have done it already.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

//This is the greatest day of my life

[not-an-imitation]

What if I continue the tiny Zeno with a tiny Zeno side blog. Him and tiny Leon would be great friends.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

//do it do it do it

[lab-bourne-cat-boy]

Hey Cat, you in here?

*Mini Leon has wandered into Arias's space, though he's being careful- he doesn't want to get chased again*

( @mini-leon-kennedy I'm sorry I lost our thread 😭 we can start a new one?)

huh? yea, in here Leon!

Arias had been feeding Alto and cleaning out his tank, so he couldn’t tell which Leno exactly had shown up at the apartment, but he could tell off the voice that it was one of them

[mini-leon-kennedy]

It takes a minute but eventually a tiny Leon walks into the room.

"Hey. Sorry for bolting from you last time we met, I thought you were going to eat me. The others call me Mini."

[mini-leon-kennedy]

*[puts your jar in the specimen freezer]*

(you know who this is)

Wesker! Wesker, cmon, this isn't cool.

[albert-wesker7]

Of course not. It's a freezer. It's cold.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

WESKER!

I'll kill you, I swear. Do not shut that door.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker just smirks as he closes the door.

It's very dark in there once the internal lighting goes out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon shouts for a little longer, his insults getting more creative and targeted, until he's certain Wesker can't hear him anymore.

Once he's finished with an appropriate amount of protesting, he grins and curls up in the back of his jar, hands and feet carefully protected by the heat his torso gives off.

The chip in the jar starts to crackle as the cold makes the glass brittle. Easy to shatter.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker supposes forgetting about the tiny man was....not entirely unintentional. He put a reminder on his calendar, after all. Just....several hours past when he'd claimed he would release the man.

Missing said reminder and being dragged into a meeting first thing in the morning....had not been the plan.

Meaning, according to his phone, it has been well over twelve hours.

He supposes after so many hours, the man will be a shivering, hypothermic mess — if he's lucky. If he's not lucky, well.

Poor Leon.

Wesker sighs, finally unlocking his lab and moving to the freezer. The jar is frosty to the touch, fogged up from what little heat had been trapped. All he can see is a dark, unmoving shape.

"Oh dear," Wesker says aloud, frowning as he removes the jar and gingerly sets it on a counter. He undoes the lid, noting with some frustration that it's cracked now — the man must not have been divested of weaponry — and unceremoniously tips the man out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon doesn't know how long it's been. After about an hour, he knew he was in for a long night, and done what he could to conserve heat.

He stopped counting the hours after the 3rd.

He stopped being able to think sometime after that.

All he could do was curl up and try not to die. He's not sure if he succeeded.

His plan to shatter the glass of the jar didn't count on Wesker leaving him here this long. A stupid mistake, and now he's going to die in the most pathetic way possible.

Distantly, he feels something shake. He can't open his eyes, can't uncurl his limbs. There's a rush of fresh air, and he feels himself tipped and tumbled onto a hard surface, but he can barely let out a cry of pain.

It's warm. But he's been cold so long, the warm hurts.

The pain and the cold and the warm gets to be too much and Leon passes out.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker prods the man to see if he twitches, frowning at the lack of movement. The slow, sluggish sound of a heart struggling to pump frigid blood reassures him that Leon is, for now, alive.

What would be easiest would be to toss the man into a new container and put him under a heat source, or put him with something that's already using a heat lamp of sorts.

Unfortunately, that's all at another lab. Which leaves him with very few options.

Wesker stares at the man for a moment, contemplating solutions, then gives up, realizing the best solution is to take advantage of the baseline feverish temperature of his own body. He gives off enough heat that, in theory, fucking the man in a pocket will counteract the cold of the freezer.

It's not the best option he has. He despises it immensely, in fact.

It's all he has if he does not wish to deal with a dead DSO agent.

Wesker snatches up a roll of tape, winds a thick piece several times over frigid limbs, and then moves the man, dropping him into the breast pocket of his shirt.

He'd rather not tuck an angry agent into his pants pocket, after all.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

As Leon struggles into consciousness, he becomes aware of a few things.

One, he is incredibly sore. His muscles keep twitching wildly and unconsciously, and there's a pain that sinks down to his bones.

Two, he can't move his arms or legs. He's wrapped up like a mummy that got forgotten about- half finished.

Three, he's trapped in some kind of fabric, and there's a loud rhythmic thudding happening right next to his ear.

It takes another several minutes before his brain comes online enough to realize he's in someone's pocket, and he can hear their heartbeat.

Is it Wesker? Unlikely, he'd be surprised if the man didn't just strap him to a dissection table.

For now, he stays quiet, hoping his earlier squirming wasn't noticed, so he can get a better idea of his situation.

[albert-wesker7]

What would you do with a mini Chris?

Crush him underfoot like a bug.

Or perhaps keep him in a jar to watch him writhe. He suffers so beautifully.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Should I be jealous that you're keeping other men in jars?

And here I thought I was special.

[albert-wesker7]

Purely a hypothetical, my dear Mr. Kennedy. But perhaps you could keep one another company if it ever comes to pass.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

I mean I wouldn't object to having someone else in here with me.

Might be able to work together to get out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

*[puts your jar in the specimen freezer]*

(you know who this is)

Wesker! Wesker, cmon, this isn't cool.

[albert-wesker7]

Of course not. It's a freezer. It's cold.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

WESKER!

I'll kill you, I swear. Do not shut that door.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker just smirks as he closes the door.

It's very dark in there once the internal lighting goes out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon shouts for a little longer, his insults getting more creative and targeted, until he's certain Wesker can't hear him anymore.

Once he's finished with an appropriate amount of protesting, he grins and curls up in the back of his jar, hands and feet carefully protected by the heat his torso gives off.

The chip in the jar starts to crackle as the cold makes the glass brittle. Easy to shatter.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker supposes forgetting about the tiny man was....not entirely unintentional. He put a reminder on his calendar, after all. Just....several hours past when he'd claimed he would release the man.

Missing said reminder and being dragged into a meeting first thing in the morning....had not been the plan.

Meaning, according to his phone, it has been well over twelve hours.

He supposes after so many hours, the man will be a shivering, hypothermic mess — if he's lucky. If he's not lucky, well.

Poor Leon.

Wesker sighs, finally unlocking his lab and moving to the freezer. The jar is frosty to the touch, fogged up from what little heat had been trapped. All he can see is a dark, unmoving shape.

"Oh dear," Wesker says aloud, frowning as he removes the jar and gingerly sets it on a counter. He undoes the lid, noting with some frustration that it's cracked now — the man must not have been divested of weaponry — and unceremoniously tips the man out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon doesn't know how long it's been. After about an hour, he knew he was in for a long night, and done what he could to conserve heat.

He stopped counting the hours after the 3rd.

He stopped being able to think sometime after that.

All he could do was curl up and try not to die. He's not sure if he succeeded.

His plan to shatter the glass of the jar didn't count on Wesker leaving him here this long. A stupid mistake, and now he's going to die in the most pathetic way possible.

Distantly, he feels something shake. He can't open his eyes, can't uncurl his limbs. There's a rush of fresh air, and he feels himself tipped and tumbled onto a hard surface, but he can barely let out a cry of pain.

It's warm. But he's been cold so long, the warm hurts.

The pain and the cold and the warm gets to be too much and Leon passes out.

[albert-wesker7]

What would you do with a mini Chris?

Crush him underfoot like a bug.

Or perhaps keep him in a jar to watch him writhe. He suffers so beautifully.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Should I be jealous that you're keeping other men in jars?

And here I thought I was special.

[ask-the-fishdick-deactivated201]

REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.

[mrladiesman-luis]

It's been a few months since Luis was shot, and he'd since gone back to work. He was working from home more often, but Leon didn't want to bother him except in an emergency. This left him plenty of time to mess around on the tech deck he got last week. He hasn't used a skateboard since he was 19 but he still remembers the basics at least.

A massive crash and the breaking of glass from Luis's office startles him hard enough that he falls off the board.

"Luis? Luis are you okay?" He calls, running towards the door to his office. "Lu- oh my god."

Leon is eye level with Luis for the first time in months. Luis is tiny.

( @mini-leon-kennedy )

Luis squawked, alarmed by the sudden, very dramatic shift in perspective. It was so jarring, such a completely unnatural experience that it left him feeling lightheaded and practically on the verge of a panic attack. Hell, when Leon found him, he was on his hands and knees dry-heaving.

The appearance of Leon startled him. He staggered to his feet, stumbled backwards, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes.

"Mierda... I think I fucked up,"

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon rushes to his side, taking a bare second to relish in the feeling of being able to put hands on both of Luis's shoulders again. He helps him stand, and pats him down to check for injuries like worried mother hen.

"Luis, easy, take it easy. Deep breaths." Leon squeezes his shoulders to help ground him. "You're not hurt, right? Just dizzy? ... Ah, maybe keep your eyes shut for a bit," he adds with a wince. He remembers the sight of everything so much bigger than him sent him into a spiral that he didn't recover from until he was inside Luis's apartment that first night.

"Just take a few deep breaths for me."

[mrladiesman-luis]

Normally Luis was fussy (or more often flirtatious) about being patted down, but he mostly just stood there too stunned to speak. It was the vertigo/headrush that had most caught off guard. Aside from the sheer wrongness of the visuals—his pipette was nearly as tall as he was.

Then, the feeling of Leon's hands on his shoulders—really on them—made something in his brain snap, like a hundred rubber bands crushing a watermelon. He flung himself at Leon and cried,

"Dios mio! It's you! It's really you! Look at you!"

[mini-leon-kennedy]

"Oof!" Leon's breath rushes out of him with the force, but then the feeling registers and he clings to Luis just as tightly, his hands clutching at his lab coat. He tucks his face into Luis's neck and takes a deep breath. It felt so so good just to hug and hold someone his own size.

"Fuck... Hey, Luis. Good to see you too," he laughs, like they hadn't been living together for months. "Do you feel okay?"

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis clung to Leon like a lifeline. He hadn't said anything in the past couple of months, but he'd been losing his mind. Leon was his best (only) friend and the primary source of his physical contact. To say he was touch starved was an understatement.

"Dios, I missed you," he admitted, digging his hands into Leon's shirt, pressing his face against Leon's shoulder as hard as he could.

"I feel like a million bucks," he said. "A little sick, the perspective shift really is a nightmare, I feel like I might throw up again. I won't though! So please don't let go,"

[mini-leon-kennedy]

One hand shifted up to cup the back of Luis's head, pressing him closer. Leon chokes out a laugh. "Luis, I don't care if you vomit all over me, I'm not letting you go for shit."

He lets Luis cling to him as long as is needed, gently swaying back and forth. Leon doesn't want to let go either, just pushes his face into Luis's hair and breathes.

Eventually, they're going to have to figure this out, or call for help. But for now, Leon doesn't want to do anything else.

But... Standing like this for so long isn't good for Luis's back, he knows. He doesn't want to let go either... Eh, Luis will forgive him.

"Hey, I'm gonna move us somewhere more comfortable, okay? Just hold on-" and then he scoops Luis up into his arms to carry him over to the elevator on the coffee table, where Leon's mini couch sat.

[mrladiesman-luis]

It's funny, really. This is the sickest Luis has felt since he got the flu on Christmas a couple of years ago, but this is also the best he's felt in a long time. He missed Leon like crazy, although it felt silly to admit that because they'd spent more time together in the past few months than they had in a long, long time. But it had also been the longest they hadn't touched each other, and the longest Luis had gone without much physical contact at all. He relished in this, his skin flush with a tingling warmth that wasn't unlike getting drunk.

He didn't complain when Leon picked him up, but he also didn't make a flirtatious comment about it, either. His stomach was in knots and he was afraid that opening his mouth would cause him to lose his lunch.

That fear immediately vanished the second they were laying down, curled up together. The nausea stopped instantly, but Luis's brain was still a little too fried to say much other than, "I missed you,"

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon presses his face into Luis's hair, not quite a kiss, but not not one either. "I missed you too," he whispers, tightening his grip on Luis.

He knows he had missed this, holding Luis, laying on the couch with him. But he hadn't realized just how much until he was here. Leon's skin lights up like fireworks, and he finds himself rubbing his hands down Luis's back, alternating between stroking him and clutching him closer.

One of his hands finds its way into Luis's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and combing out the tangles.

Leon is pretty sure he'd crawl into Luis's ribcage if he could. He never wants to lose this again.

"How are you feeling? Still sick? Do you need water or anything?"

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis pressed himself close, as close as he possibly could, nuzzling his face against Leon's neck. He held his breath, trying to stave off the tears, but it was no use: he had missed Leon terribly.

Without really thinking about it, he pulled away enough to look Leon in the eyes, taking his face in his hands, and kissed him like his life depended on it. He was tired of waiting and pretending like his feelings didnt exist, and that the way Leon looked at him didn't mean anything.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon gasps, his hands freezing in place at Luis's back.

His mind goes completely blank in shock, eyes wide, thoughts nothing but an endless repeating loop.

Luis Luis Luis Luis Luis Luis

All at once, just as he begins to pull away, Leon curls a hand into his hair and drags him back, kissing him with every bit of the love he's been repressing for decades.

It's like a burst dam, and he can feel the tears welling at the corners of his eyes from the relief of release, love and joy washing through his veins like a tsunami through city streets.

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis had lost himself for a moment, only coming to when the need for air became too much. He pulled away to breathe and felt a wave of panic on the horizon, like the sea washing out before a tsunami. However, before the fear and regret could fully consume him, Leon's lips crashed back into his with a hunger that matched his own.

He wanted this too.

Why did they wait so long?

Luis couldn't stop touching him, pressing every point of their bodies together as close as possible. He scrabbled at Leon's back, digging his fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

"I love you," he whispered breathlessly. "I love you,"

[mini-leon-kennedy]

"Luis," Leon gasps, and the hand that's not in his hair wraps around his waist, hugging him closer.

"I love you too, god I love you too," he murmurs in between kisses, drawing back only far enough to breathe when he absolutely has to.

He sits up, dragging Luis upright until he's in Leon's lap. "I wanted this, I wanted you, for so long. Wanted to tell you." He moves now, pressing kisses to Luis's cheeks and jaw and forehead, relishing in the feeling of his lips on his skin. "I love you."

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis felt like crying. He felt like bawling. He was so happy! He didn't think it was possible to feel this happy. He just wanted to hold onto Leon and never let go. He was so in love it was stupid.

"There is nothing about you that I don't love. You're so kind and clever.... I love you so, so, so much," he said.

Because he was love-drunk and feeling a little competitive he squirmed out of Leon's hold, grappling with him to try and pin him (not that such a thing was possible, Leon was much stronger than him) so he could pepper his face with giddy kisses.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon whines when Luis pulls out of his grip, already reaching to pull him back in.

"Luis, Luis... So smart, so good-" he whispers against Luis's cheek, pressing kisses everywhere he could reach. "I love you, I love you."

One hand fists Luis's shirt, clinging to him. "I missed you so much-" oh, yep, those are tears. Of joy, of relief, Leon isn't sure, it's probably both. He takes a deep breath, bringing Luis's face close to his own for another deep kiss.

"I love you, more than life itself. My love, my Luis, my knight-"

[mrladiesman-luis]

A giddy bubble of laughter burst out of Luis as they kisses again and again, each kiss hungrier than the last.

"why did we wait so long?" He asked, curling around Leon like a greedy dragon, wanting to hoard him all to himself. He trailed kisses down his jawline, suckling at the hollow of his collarbone, then back up to kiss away the tears on his cheeks.

"I've loved you since the day we met," he said, cheesy and romantic as ever.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon groans softly, tangling a hand in Luis's hair, dragging his head back so he can kiss and nip at Luis's jawline.

"I was scared," he admitted. "Scared to lose you again, scared I would die and leave you alone."

He clutches Luis close, pressing their temples together. "I've loved you just as long. You... You glorious, wonderful, captivating man."

"if this is a dream, please don't ever let me wake up."

[mrladiesman-luis]

"You're the bravest, kindest person I've ever met. I'm so honored to be a part of your life. You make me a better man. Te amo, eres mi vida, mi corazón," he said breathlessly.

Suddenly, he pulled away, clutching at his chest. "S-something is happening. I dont- I don't feel right. L-Leon get away from me. Run- run! If this wears off and I get bigger, I don't want to crush you, Leon, Run!" He said frantically.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon shakes his head, snapping into crisis mode immediately. "No, if you revert here, you'll get hurt. Come on!"

He hauls Luis to his feet, off the mini couch and towards one of his elevators off the coffee table. The feeling of carrying Luis like this is bringing back memories of their escape from Spain, and it makes him shudder.

He just barely manages to get Luis's feet on the floor and scramble out of the way in time.

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis felt completely and utterly panicked. He tried to push away from Leon, terrified of hurting him, but Leon's grip was too strong.

When, at last, he was able to scramble away from the love of his life, he called out, "I love you!" In case something bad happened. Except, nothing bad happened at all, not really. Instead of getting bigger, Luis shrank further—3" compared to Leon's 6.

"Don't laugh," he squeaked.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon covers his mouth with a hand. "I'm not." He is.

He reaches out and pats Luis on the head. "You're just.... Wow. Look at you. Like one of Emily's Polly dolls."

In the back of his mind, however, is worry. Worry he's determined to keep hidden from Luis.

What happens if he keeps shrinking? Is he going to disappear entirely?

Leon shoves the thought away to be looked at later, and crouches in front of Luis. "Well, carrying you to bed would be much easier like this," he flirts.

[mrladiesman-luis]

Luis stamped his very tiny foot in very tiny frustration. "You're laughing at me! Don't laugh at me! I never laughed at you when you shrank," he grumbled, swatting at Leon's hand.

For as grump as he was, he was also an exceptionally weak man, particularly when it came to Leon. The idea of being carried in those big strong arms made him drool.

"I suppose I wouldn't mind being carried around," he said with a blush, which only darkened when he actually thought about laying in bed with Leon, the two of them naked and tangled up together. The thought made him tug the hem of his shirt over the crotch of his pants. Suddenly, he felt like a teenage boy all over again.

"I need to fix this. I need to fix this right now so I can lavish you the way you deserve to be lavished," he purred, although the effect was considerably less seductive considering the situation, and the lingering fear that he would continue to shrink.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. You're just so cute," Leon says, before scooping Luis up into his arms to kiss him. The size difference is a bit awkward, but more manageable than when Luis was normal sized.

"Let's get off the floor, then we can work on figuring this out. You'll be okay." Leon presses his forehead to Luis's, eyes shut tight. "You'll be okay. You have to be."

[rotting-in-red]

Rb game

Explain your favourite piece of media in the SHORTEST way possible

Eg: danganrompa

Highschool Killing game which homosexuals and (mostly) horrible representation

Tags

@confessionsofarottensena @silvertrail-forgotten @plague-crane @the-impeccable-rin @l1ttl3-b0r3d-b4by @dig1tal-devil @urlocalenigma @red-bean-bread @redthemarten @dokjas-lostselfpreservation

[sleepy-mochi11037]

gonna specifically do kh days-

Memoryless boy eats ice cream with a homicidal firetruck and a doll made of another person's memories while stuck in an evil group (cult??). Ends in tradgedy.

@theylov3evie @princess-valentineee @angelic-dog @ihavenoideamanokay @lab-bourne-cat-boy

[lab-bourne-cat-boy]

a really really old guy keeps kidnapping young girls for fun and also keeps changing faces, but he always ends up being the reason they end up dead and that the world ends

@lab-born-monster @kori-ingyouallonmyback @terato-canis @rennylareddisonkennedy @not-an-imitation @leon-kennedy-offical

[kori-ingyouallonmyback]

Furry young adult with a shit ton of trauma gets more trauma, superpowers and found family while saving the world

@theratwithatinyhat

@literallyheretorotaway

@lsk2

@gun-slinger-leon

@amadi-online

@flammus713

[lsk2]

Man wakes up as a cyborg corpse at the bottom of the sea.

@leon-stupid-idiot-kennedy

@three-leons-in-a-trenchcoat

@k9-leon-kennedy

[three-leons-in-a-trenchcoat]

Causing several extinctions to make a fancy hat

@mini-leon-kennedy

@drakeflight

@rotten-rookie

[mini-leon-kennedy]

A polycule uses their various mental illnesses and traumas to become a nightmare of the 1%

@mrladiesman-luis

@emo-leonn

@thegovernmentlapdog

[not-an-imitation]

Shoots you with a magic beam that turns you 6" tall

@mini-leon-kennedy

(I'm not mini Leon, but I wanted to make this their problem too)

@leon-kennedy-offical @mrladiesman-luis

.... I seem to have found myself in a bit of a predicament. Everything in my office is suddenly... ginormous.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Welcome to my world. You get really good at climbing after a while.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

( https://www.tumblr.com/mini-leon-kennedy/819091344888905728/so-come-here-often-%E1%B5%95-%E0%B9%91%E0%B9%91 )

(ooc: yeah thats fair. Ive been meaning to go make a dedicated RP blog so I’ll go do that and come back. Thanks for the motivation lol now I can stop procrastinating)

Ooc: one of us. One of us. ONE OF US

[mini-leon-kennedy]

So…..

….Come here often? (ᵕ˶๑﹏๑˶)

Ah, I see what's happening.

Look, I'm sure you're very nice, but I don't do faceless flirting. Largely because I don't know how old you are.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

( https://www.tumblr.com/mini-leon-kennedy/819088903851163648/pushing-fifty-you-say )

No reason….. just thought it was interesting, is all

(⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝)

I uh

Okay.

Glad you find my age interesting?

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Pushing fifty, you say…………………

I

Yes?

Why did you say it like that

[mini-leon-kennedy]

*[puts your jar in the specimen freezer]*

(you know who this is)

Wesker! Wesker, cmon, this isn't cool.

[albert-wesker7]

Of course not. It's a freezer. It's cold.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

WESKER!

I'll kill you, I swear. Do not shut that door.

[albert-wesker7]

Wesker just smirks as he closes the door.

It's very dark in there once the internal lighting goes out.

[mini-leon-kennedy]

Leon shouts for a little longer, his insults getting more creative and targeted, until he's certain Wesker can't hear him anymore.

Once he's finished with an appropriate amount of protesting, he grins and curls up in the back of his jar, hands and feet carefully protected by the heat his torso gives off.

The chip in the jar starts to crackle as the cold makes the glass brittle. Easy to shatter.