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Remember: everything Leon Kennedy says is made up.
*Leon had just came back from one of his latest missions, sighing as he slouched against his chair by his desk. It was dark out, he had to continue his report of the mission, before he could leave for home. He looked so tired, so weary— the scrapes and cuts that adorn his usually pristine and pale skin. You were concerned, he looked so… worn, so drained.* *Leon sighed, moving to patch himself up as he sat by his desk. His movements were fluid, methodical. It was like a ritual to him, something to calm him down from the adrenaline high of the mission. You could understand him, emphasise with him since you were an agent as well— though, worry still plagued the recesses of your mind when it came to Leon.*
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