Getting Started {Open}
Slight pain tingling in his head. Far left back corner of his skull. He ran his fingers along where he felt the pain, his finger tips almost ice cold to the touch. Letting out a weak sigh, Leon got up form where he was lying, and ran the cool digits to the back of his neck, scratching it ever so slightly. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, resting his hands on the top of his knees, Leon rose to his feet. He took a few small steps into the nearby kitchen to get something to eat.
Once he opened the door to the fridge, he groaned in annoyance. It was empty once again. That might have to do with the fact that to have food in a fridge you have to go out, and get it. The only thing he had was a pitcher of water, a few juice boxes, and some ‘questionable’ produce. He shut the door taking none of it, heading in the general direction of his shower. Turning on the warm water he waited a moment, and looked at himself in the mirror, pushing his bangs up, and out of his face before laughing at how stupid he thought it made him look.
“You haven’t changed at all…” He softly muttered to himself as he entered the steamy, warm flow of liquid. He sighed at the feeling of it washing down his chest, and his back. Flowing, and weaving in his hair, the heavy current of water making him shut his eyes tight. After fumbling around, and cleaning himself off, the headache still remained. He had a towel slung round his neck, and a fresh pair of boxers on as he heard a knock on the door, making Leon jump.
In a flustered haste he ran into his room, and tried to get clothes on as he heard whoever it was continuing to knock, be it loudly, on his door. Once Leon was in a simple t-shirt, and casual pants, he ran, and opened the door, greeting whoever it was with a small smile. “S-Sorry for the wait. Can I help you with something?”
Chris had been planning on checking on Leon. He knew things had been rough for him in the past couple months. He had been working himself to the bone, and when he got home, he never actually came out of his house. This always bothered Chris, not only as a "co-worker" but as a close friend. He was going to break into Leon's house if he had to, just make sure he was okay.
He brought some things in that '67 mustang of his; groceries. He swore, if he didn't feed Leon, he'd starve himself at his place. The two had gotten close enough that they could stop by at anytime. This seemed like a good time. The middle of the day seemed like the best time to catch Leon loafing around.
The broad and strong man knocked his knuckles on the door, almost more roughly than he intended. It made him chuckle softly to himself, recalling vaguely the report he had to write about his Infamous "Boulder Punching Shenanigans". He had gone down in B.S.A.A. history for it.
When his friend opened the door, Chris stood there with a huge grin, and paper bags in his arms. "Leon. I wanted to drop by and give you some things." With that goofy grin, he basically passed Leon in the house, peeking around. Things never seemed to change here. He was envious of Leon's neatness. Chris wandered around, before finally setting the bags on the table. "I figured we should do some stuff while you're on your break. When's the last time you left, huh?"
