"Yeah, you look cute."
He even notes her hair's up again, a look on her he's become pretty fond of. It's gunna be pretty difficult to focus on the training.
He's wearing his own little outfit. Some tight fitting sweatpants and only that.
"Approve of my ensemble too?"
He chuckles.
"Listen, I've fought mutants that were muscular and shirtless. It's something you'll have to be prepared for."
He can hardly finish the statement without laughing.
"Why don't we head someplace with a bit more space? Sound good?"
He grins.
"So I've heard."
Eyeing her with a raised brow.
"Couple drinks? On me, of course."
"Yeah? There's an idea."
He grins and eyes her up and down.
"Why don't you go dress in some work out clothes, then? Something easy to move around in."
How bout a nice, long massage?
Get comfy and I'll take good care of you, Sweetheart.
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
—— 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐒. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞
"How about you teach me those self defense lessons?"
She raises a brow. "That way if I take your knife again, I know how to use it." She smirks playfully.
What. A. Day,
"Leon.." She grins. That blush gives away her true thoughts.
"I have to focus.. you're trying to gain the upper hand by distracting me."
Yawns.
What a day.
"Got it. I won't be long!"
She scuttles off to change, opting for dark leggings and a tanktop.
When she returns she poses. "Seem good enough?"
