@dandeon — s.c. // he well and truly wastes no time.
the moment the ensemble of leon’s iconic and usual outfit greets raihan’s eyes, he’s on the move. even out of the corner of his eye, when mostly engrossed in whatever new app he’s taken to fiddling with on his phone, he would recognize leon from anywhere. he couldn’t even say which caught his attention first; the snapback, the cape, or the long, fluffy purple hair.
with his phone finds its home back in his hoodie pocket, raihan closes the distance between he and his rival with easy, long strides. one of the benefits of being half a foot taller than leon, even though the guy was always on the move. raihan can’t keep the smug look off of his face.
arm outstretched, he wraps it around leon’s broad shoulders, pausing the champion right in his tracks, and leans over enough to look at leon sideways. he beams, big and bright.
“this wouldn’t all be a party without galar’s longest-reigning champion on board, huh?”
