“Yeah. And you took the same stick and deep throated it.”
Chris Redfield
“Wow. Helped you how? Did I really take the stick out of your ass?”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
He winked.
“Since you’ve helped me, you don’t have to pay for the joke.”
Chris Redfield
That suits Chris more than the frown he usually wears, Leon thinks.
“Just so you know, I’m stealing that joke.”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
Now that reaction got a smirk out of him.
“I hate you too.”
Chris Redfield
That does make Leon instantly chuckle. And just like that, he just lost.
"I fucking hate you."
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Because your jokes are dryer than a nun’s ass.”
Chris Redfield
"I've been joking for the past fifteen minutes and I didn't even get a smirk out of you, so you have the bigger stick."
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Says the man who has a stick from the ass on up?”
Chris Redfield
“Do you think he’ll manage to remove the stick up your ass? I’m worried for you by now.”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Oh, I’m sorry. You wanna go on Dr. Phil or somethin?”
His brow twitched.
Chris Redfield
“Now you’re attacking me for having feelings?” (💔)
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Stop being an overly sensitive jackass!”
Chris Redfield
Of course. He loves being dramatic at Chris’ expense.
“But you did come to snatch me from the supposed circus I was making. Aw, you hurt me.”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
Of course Leon would go there. He groaned lowly.
“I never implied that.”
Chris Redfield
“You have such little faith in me, Chris.”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Yeah? And I’m doing ball room dancing in stilettos.”
Chris Redfield
“I’m being perfectly civil.”
𝑳𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺. 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑫𝒀 .ᐟ
“Leon created a circus again?”
