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[perativered]

[TXT] : you're doing this on purpose.

answered from random text message prompts @bitingbullet !

[ leon. ] what exactly , did I keep you waiting too long ?

[ leon. ] I was in the middle of a clean up.

[ leon. ] but my schedule all clear now , so go on seems like you have something on your mind.

[ofrequiem]

[TXT] : you don't have to lie.

RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS. / @bulletgraze

[   txt   :   leon.  ]  … [   txt   :   leon.  ] :( [   txt   :   leon.  ] i'm  not  lying!! [   txt   :   leon.  ] i  only  had  3  drinks!! [   txt   :   leon.  ] i'm  just  a  lightweight!!!! [   txt   :   leon.  ] >:( [   txt   :   leon.  ] i'm  changing  your  name  in  my  phone!! [   txt   :   leon  spaghetti.  ] there!!  take  that!! [   txt   :   leon  spaghetti.  ] … [   txt   :   leon  spaghetti.  ]  oh  wait  u  cant  see  it [   txt   :   leon  spaghetti.  ]  -  document  attached,  screenshot  sent  - [   txt   :   leon  spaghetti.  ]  get  it?  because  s  kennedy  sounds  like  spaghtti  lol

[harleyridin]

❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜

˚₊·゜・．     𓆩♡𓆪        𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒        &        @bitingbullet

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐏𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃;  the  urge  to  brush  his  concern  off  and  soothe  the  lines  of  worry  etched  between  his  brows  was  as  instinctive  as  her  own  concern  for  him,  though  secondary  now  in  the  face  of  Leon’s  subjectively  overprotective  reaction. 

❝   Something  happening  to  me?  Please.   ❞   A  throwaway  gesture  of  her  hand,  her  fingers  slightly  curved  in  playful  dismissal,  seemed  almost  to  welcome  the  irony  of  her  statement.  They  both  knew  trouble  had  a  habit  of  following  her  wherever  she  went;  accepting  defeat  in  the  face  of  such  a  streak  of  misfortune  was  very  much  not  her  style,  however. 

❝   You  know  I  can  handle  myself,   ❞   Claire  continued,  though  the  amusement  didn’t  quite  mask  the  warmth  beneath  it.   ❝   So  what’s  that  face  for,  hm?   ❞   

[perativered]

patch . help my muse patch up a wound.

answered from * loud & deafening @bitingbullet !

" I can do it myself. " adamant in denying help fallen on deaf ears ( * she helped him out & he was doing the same , that just the kind of guy he was ) optics focus on the wound embedded in her thigh skin braised and red where she had caught her herself in the fall. it stung ; as much as the acknowledgement of the liability it possessed with it. her mobility cut slightly in such a moment. eyes fallen on the bandage crossed around his shoulder , the one ada had applied blood specks bubbled through where it was prominent. " that going to need a new layer on it soon but look at us now. " an injured shoulder & a faulty leg , what a pair they make.

brows furrow as the dressing pad is applied , the sting of the antiseptic lingering on skin ( * it not the first injury , it won't be the last the mercenary FBI will receive / so she likes to think that she deals with it well ) the crumbled rock surrounding them suddenly at the point of interest for her. Ada needs to think ... the situation gotten tricky , she need's to plan & effectively so the next step to be taken .

atleast adapt in what was the set objective when new variables arise & are needed to be accounted for , as she glances back and the bandage is wrapped. her eyes meet the hand now extended towards her to help her back up.

[ofrequiem]

“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 / @bitingbullet

            okay,  well  now  that  was  just  not  fair.  grace  was  a  light  weight  -  anything  more  than  two  drinks  was  probably  enough  to  give  her  away.  she  didn't  tend  to  drink  often  because  she  liked  how  it  made  her  anxiety  feel  less  presence,  and  that  was  an  addicting  feeling  to  get  used  to.  so  she  usually  just  avoided  it  or  kept  it  to  one  or  two.  but  sometimes…  well,  she  got  lost  in  the  sauce  of  everyone  drinking  and  talking  and  felt  like  she  needed  an  extra  drink  or  two  to  smooth  things  over  with  herself  socially.

but  leon  was  so  apt  at  spotting  things,  especially  when  it  came  to  her.  most  definitely  after  all  they  saw  each  other  during  ark  and  rhodes  hill.  she  couldn't  seem  to  hide  anything  from  him…  or,  well,  most  people.  she  wore  her  heart  on  her  sleeve  and  her  emotions  on  her  face.

so  she  simply  let  her  head  fall  into  her  arms  on  the  counter,  turning  it  so  she  was  facing  leon  with  a  frown  that  was  bordering  on  a  pout.

“nice  people  usually  just  p-pretend  their  friends  still  look  fine-  ”  she  huffed  a  little  before  slumping  her  shoulders.