Leon S. Kennedy

1998... I'll never forget it... It was the year when those grisly murders occurred in the Arklay Mountains

“Well, Leon… you’re getting up there. We both are.”

{Claire hums and rests her head back under his chin. Her hand stays in his, the other on his shoulder.} …Come on. Let’s get some rest. {It doesn’t feel weird to her. This. Usually she’d think it would… But not this time. Not with Leon.}

{Her gaze softens a little bit, and she squeezes his hand once more.} I’m happy that makes you feel better. {Claire hums softly.} …We should get some more rest, Leon.

"a voice recorder" she replied standing up. "but the noise is too loud, i can barely hear the message. here, give it a try. maybe you have a better hearing" claire reached out her hand to him with the voice recorder.

“ did you know him? ”

⠀ That brought back memories, and with it a smile. “ Good. That's good. ” A chuckle escapes. For it a moment it's almost too mushy, her smile tugs a bit higher, nose scrunching. “ I'd say you're still in your prime. ⠀⠀ By a bit. ”

⠀ “ Are you? ” A brow is quirked, playfully of course. “ O-On a serious note though, do you—feel okay? ”

︎ ︎ ︎ ( she breaks the candy bar in half and reaches over the slightly bigger piece . ) Here you go, ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

You in a few years

her eyes held his for a second longer than necessary, something faintly amused flickering there. “…dangerous game,” kat murmured. a small tilt of her head. “you sure you want me keeping track too?”

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 😕 never trust blondes ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

*dial up noises*

// I'm giggling so damn bad lol

go on. Do it then.