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"I'm Going TO FUCKING KILL YOU GODDAMIT!!!!!"
She threw her sword at him, as it landed just milimeters away from his face-
"YOU'D BETTER HOPE WHATEVER FAKE GOD YOU WORSHIP IS GONNA COME OVER HERE AND SCRAPE YOUR GUTS OFF THIS FUCKING PAVEMENT!!!!!!!"
Saddler sighed, standing up and wiping off the dust that got on his robe.
"So hostile... what have I done to provoke such a reaction, hm?"
He spoke low and condescendingly, taking a few steps forward.
"...Hmm...But then the four...no...DAAAAAAAD?!"
she yelled down the hall, until realizing he was still on her desk, albeit half asleep-
"oh! You're still here! Well, I can't figure out my math homework."
"Shit-! Renny!" Leon jolts up, hand halfway to his gun, before rubbing his ear. "Fuck, please don't yell. It's way easier to pop an eardrum this small."
He yawns and stands up to stretch and look over the homework. "Math was never exactly my strong suit, but I can have a look. What are you stuck on?"
"おい. What was it like???"
From somewhere behind him, a crisp bright voice cut through. Cheery. Happy. To see him, or to ask.
"What was it like to almost die?"
'From a human perspective' was the part she left out.
"Were you scared? Did it hurt? Was it fun???"
(( @rennylareddisonkennedy ))
Leon frowned, looking behind him for the source of the voice. Was it from a speaker that someone decided to hide in his office? Some of the younger agents did have a tendency to like to attempt to prank him. Although they wouldn't create such a dark prank. Standing slowly he began to move books and papers in search of it. While humoring them, with a non answer. "Well, would you like to find out?" He hummed pulling another book down. "I hear that pulling pranks on more senior agents has consequences that can produce some similar effects." Another object moved - now he was looking at the ceiling its paneling looking awfully suspect.
"...Hey Leon? Would you still think living was worth it if you knew you were gonna come back anyways...?"
What do you mean, kid?
"CLAAAAAIR!!!! CLAIR! CLAIR! CLAIR CLAIR CLAIR LETS WATCH CANDYMAN!!!!!!"
she jumped up and down sporadically as she exclaimed.
Claire's skin jumped at the sudden yelling; lips sinking into her mouth, worried between her teeth before popping back, visibly redder than last.
"Candyman?" She grinned, teeth showing in her mild confusion — no, scratch that, just confusion fit. "...Uhm, ok," her eyes darted, searching the area for clues and answers she didnt yet have.
How did she know her name?
Weird enough, she looked similar to the rookie cop she'd met not even...two hours ago? Three?
HIIIII Helena!!!!!
We haven't met but we should! You wanna go out for drinks maybe? Dinner? I dunno.
Hi! Drinks no, I don't drink anything alcoholic anymore. But dinner, sure? Just don't pull a Simmons, I would not survive my life falling apart twice.
Wait a minute... Who are you?
She stared down at the tiny Leon. Mouth agape. Complete shock.
*(°□°)*
"...Pfft...HAHAHA- I-Im sorry that's mean but-...H-how..?!"
She poked at Leon.
Leon dodges her poke and points. "Hey! I'm not the Pillsbury doughboy!"
He crosses his arms in frustration and worry. "I don't know... I'm hoping to find a way to fix it soon."
{continued from here} @rennylareddisonkennedy Leon bit the inside of his cheek - oh yeah this was defiantly a kid that was basically throwing a temper tantrum. He cleared his throat before crossing sheathing his gun and crossing his arms again. "Alright, well you have my attention." He said with a soft smile. "What do you need, kiddo?"
