Resident Evil Revelations Fanart: Quint and Keith👀
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Resident Evil Revelations Fanart: Quint and Keith👀
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Update for “The Fan Club; Chapter 4: Quint II”
For once, Leon knew exactly when he had fallen asleep and where. In Quint’s bed in his bedroom, but the owner of said bed and room was in Keith’s room out of respect for Leon’s space and privacy. Both had been too drunk to drive anywhere and the thought of bothering Chris that late at night made Leon feel bad, so he stayed over Quint’s house. Even though Leon insisted that he could sleep on the couch or in another room, Quint insisted that, because Leon was his guest, he would sleep in Keith’s room and Leon could sleep in his bed.
Leon sat up, stretching out his arms and back, looking down at the hoodie and pajama pants Quint had lent him with a smile. Another polite gesture because Quint didn’t want Leon to have to feel uncomfortable while sleeping. He said Leon could even borrow them, the agent promising to wash them when he got home and to return them asap.
Giving a yawn, Leon grabbed the shopping bag his clothes were in, putting on his socks and sneakers before going downstairs. He could smell something cooking, or rather burning, in the kitchen, followed by what sounded like pots and pans banging around and curses. Leon raised a brow as he turned the corner, looking into the kitchen curiously.
“Whatcha doing, bud?” Leon asked, looking around at the mess all along the countertop.
Quint turned, holding what looked like grilling racks with bread, now toast, sandwiched between them, “Making breakfast. I forgot to fix the toaster, so I’m improvising.”
Leon looked over the strange device, “It looks like you hooked up some grilling racks with some wires and...I don’t even know what that is...but I think it’s a pretty interesting way to make toast.”
Quint chuckled, cheeks dusting with a blush as Leon set his stuff by the front door before coming over to closely inspect the odd little device. Quint showed him the wiring and the servos, going through the whole process of the development of the machine, saying it didn’t take very long, but it also was a whole trial and error process.
Leon understood certain things, but not everything, opting to just let Quint explain and only ask certain questions or ask him to explain others. He was genuinely interested, mainly because Quint was so adamant about his little experiment and Leon wanted to see it make some toast in real time.
“Did you want me to make eggs or something?” Leon offered.
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I already know what I want for Christmas. ⛄
As for you? What do you want for Christmas?
In case you missed my twitter escapades, here are ALL of the Resident Evil valentines I made. Better quality versions (thanks tumblr) can be found on my twitter, and I even have a handful up for sale on RedBubble.
The undercover assignment went well! And somehow the fact I skipped HSM missed everyone’s notice?? So we’re apparently watching that tonight?
I guess?
Quint Cetcham you’re a goddamn mystery.
Happy Black History Month!
Here are some of my favorite characters.
Thanks, game. That was helpful.