Look pre-- [Leon stops. Almost starts again, almost. What was that even supposed to mean?
The scowl deepens, almost imperceptably. A fine between scar and brows furrowing; he's watching her with that same sort of clinical examination one might give a mission, trying to figure her out.]
Right. I'm not sure what you're talking about. [His arms are folding. Defensiveness.]
I am the worst RPer in existence, don't mind me...
The scowl deepens, almost imperceptably. A fine between scar and brows furrowing; he's watching her with that same sort of clinical examination one might give a mission, trying to figure her out.]
Right. I'm not sure what you're talking about. [His arms are folding. Defensiveness.]