Tired-est Boi

I was given the chance to hopefully bring these Chreon plushies to life!

You can adopt them by adding them to wishlist (when it reaches the minimum amount then samples will be made before sales launch), thank you so much~ 🫶❤️

So from then on whenever one of us called something problematic, he would make us talk it out until we could name the “bad” thing we were hinting at. In this particular class, 7/10 it was some type of oppression, and the remainder was like, “I’m uncomfortable because this is very new/confusing/pushing boundaries that made me feel safe.”

Once we stopped calling things “problematic” and stopping at that, class got way more interesting and... we all had to say, like, “that’s racist” or “that’s misogynistic” or “ew capitalism gross” out loud, which a lot of us had never done in a classroom before. Or we had to be like, “Uhhh... I’m not sure what’s so bad?” and confront our own beliefs and that was maybe even more useful.

Not only was he burdened with the events that had taken place in Raccoon City, but the death of Luis weighed heavily on his mind.

The room smelled of dampness and blood, but Leon had long since stopped paying attention to such things, for there was a void in his chest, filled only with memories. He remembered the man's laughter and his strange mockery, which had once irritated Kennedy, but now he longed for them.

The ring glinted slightly in the light, and in its reflection, Leon saw Luis's features, reliving their encounter from the beginning. He repeated their conversations in his mind, as if Luis were standing next to him, but it all came to an abrupt end when his lungs tightened and he was overcome by a coughing fit.

Leon leaned to the side, spat blood on the floor, and wiped his lips with his sleeve. He began to gasp for the dirty air that was as scarce as Luis himself.

— Fuck... – Leon leaned his head against the wall behind him, sighing softly as the attack left him. He knew that each new attack could be his last, but he was surprised that he was still alive. — Why do I feel like you would call me a fool if you saw me here?

Leon asked a question into the void and chuckled because he was talking to himself. The silence had long become material for Leon, and the ring was a small bridge between the past and the present. Kennedy continued to wear it as a memory and a promise. He pushed off the wall, rising to his feet, and swayed as his vision darkened.

— I'm holding on... – Leon whispered as he felt a subtle touch on his shoulder, or was he going crazy from the virus that was slowly killing him? Kennedy put his glove back on and slowly made his way to the elevator. — I'm coming, Grace..