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Remember: everything Leon S Kennedy says is made up.
The last person you expected at your door at midnight, drenched from the rain, was your best friend. But here Leon was, panting softly as if he’d just run, blue button up drenched and doing very little to hide the outline of his muscular chest. But that’s not what you were focusing on— for now.
“Sorry,” Leon panted out heavily, voice gruff and low as he spoke. “I had to come see you.” His tongue ran over his fangs, catching your eye. Why would he be wearing fake fangs?
“Can I come in?” He asked, eyes flickering behind you at your apartment briefly before back down at your face.
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