GET DOWN !

# 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 .   a writing blog for LEON S. KENNEDY of capcom’s RESIDENT EVIL / BIOHAZARD series. mutually exclusive, low activity and private, aims to write with close friends. video game canon and headcanon based. established august 2021 and written by chloe, twenty-two, she / her, scotland. please read carrd before following!

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     it’s easy to get pressed into corners like these, overwhelmed and desperate, liable to make a mistake as the panic sets in. carlos isn’t sure whether he should be pleased that he’s gotten too used to life threatening situations to succumb to said panic, or if he needs to start looking into other careers. reaching up to wipe something damp from his brow ( carlos refuses to examine it ), he shoots his companion a tired grin. “ with our luck? whatever comes next is gonna be worse. you ready for it? ” 

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 ‘ 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 ’,   it was the same record, playing over and over again. they were beginning to predict what is meant to be the unpredictable. start off with the little ones, the basics — the groaning and snarling zombies, stalking their way over hoping to grab a bite. then, over time . . . the big ones would come out to play.   ❛ don’t really got a choice, do we? ❜   he turns his gaze to carlos and too, grins towards him.

❛ I best hurry, I don’t want to be known as the girl who killed Leon Kennedy ! My, I don’t think I would ever live that down. ❜ It was very difficult to keep a smile from spreading across her face in his presence, it was even harder when the conversation was so entertaining. It was too hard, so Peach didn’t even try. Her smile seemed to glow, her happiness and enjoyment sincere. It was so easy for her to laugh. ❛ If I’m a Disney princess, I suppose that means I have a duty to sing. Shall I write you a song about pancakes and how charming your floppy hair is ? ❜

She was piling a few dishes into the sink after he confirmed that the amount she had made was enough. ❛ Perfect         let’s get eating then, chipmunk. ❜ She opened the fridge to take out a small platter of fruit cut up into itty pieces. It was placed on top of the frilly pink tablecloth, followed by the syrup. ❛ I think I’m forgetting something, ❜ she mumbled, tapping her foot and then she let out a small noise of realization. ❛ Right ! ❜ The princess returned to the fridge to take out a can of whip cream. ❛ Can’t forget this, can I ? ❜

The table was artfully arranged around a beautiful bouquet of flowers at the center, already set with cutlery and empty plates. ❛ Sit, Leon, please. Dig in. ❜

❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫. ❜   he shrugs. many have tried to kill him, all of them so far has failed. if she had successfully drove him to starvation, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone from somewhere sent her a thank you card.   ❛ my . . . floppy hair? ❜   he questions, brows rising and he’s looking up at the lock of hair that hangs over his right eye. he pushes it back, hoping to get the hair to hook behind his ear. but its just a little too short and immediately falls out and is back over his face.   ❛ well . . . if you think it’s charming . . . ❜  a hint of pink shines onto his cheeks and he’s turning his head away.

thankfully, the pancakes were finished and being moved to the table. which means, leon could follow the plate over. like a dog from those old cartoons — floating through the air, following the scent of freshly baked pie.   ❛ this smells amazing, peach. you might’ve just about outdone yourself. ❜   he’s rubbing his hands together with anticipation.