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     “ I WAS TALKING about your face not your height. ” An annoyed eye roll follows. “ Don’t get why you jump to that. You’ve got the look of someone in their early twenties. Don’t suppose you ever use a mirror ? Should know you look young. You seem the type to keep up appearances. ” He doesn’t budge from his position, arms still behind his head. He closes his eyes again letting out a long breath.       “ You want admiration and love. Things that take time and need to be earned. Hm. Perhaps you should look elsewhere if you want that to come to you fast. It doesn’t happen at first sight. Never does. ” He speaks from experience, a scowl across his lips. Ada. “ I did that once. Fell for a woman. Striking, strong, resilient. Turns out I was just being used for her own gain. Never wanted to go through that again. Been enough people who take advantage. They flash a smile, tell you how much you mean to them, then ask you to go to another fucking country to save someone close to them. Only for it all to mean nothing in the end. ”      “ That is to say - I can’t give you what you’re looking for. I don’t even know you. I don’t fall for a pretty face anymore. ” Well, he tries not to. “ You want this ? You work your ass off to prove yourself. And I don’t expect anyone to stoop so low as to do that for me. ” One of his arms moves out from under his head to rest atop his eyes as he yawns. “ Go find someone worth your time. You’re wasting it here. I’m past my prime, and all I care about is sleep without nightmares or dreams. It’s that simple. ”

     “ YOU’RE NOT THE type to take well to a no, are you ? ” He questions it alright, setting aside the excess bottles he’s taken with him and opting to lay back onto the bed. Not the greatest smelling - but it beats sewer by a long shot. Definitely beats out rotting corpse.       His hands come up and link behind his head, Leon allowing tired eyes to close. Sleep doesn’t come; he’s simply left to rest for a moment. His lips purse, he knows he has one of two options. He could give it up and go with the insistent man - or he can continue to try and ignore him. His success rate of the latter is low; judging by that personality.      “ Let me guess. You’re used to getting what you want ? ” He finally engages in a bit more of a conversation. Not an attempt to shut down, but an observation phrased as a question. One of his eyes cracks open and moves over to glance to the other man. “ You do realize I’m likely older than you. ” It’s a statement, and his eyes fully open only to roll. “ The insistence on harboring an alcoholic is beyond me. What do you expect you’re going to get out of me ? ”

     “ THAT MIGHT HAVE worked if I was younger and more naïve. I’ve had my fair share of a pretty face taking advantage of me. I don’t play these games anymore. ” Another couple bottles are snatched, and he’s starting up the stairs. “ Dirt doesn’t bother me. I don’t care. I’ve dealt with the living dead, bio weapons - that shit makes a little bit of dirt negligible. It’s a roof over my head, it has booze - I don’t care about anything else. Now if you’ll excuse me. I’m going to get back to drinking myself to sleep. ” He turns at the top of the stairs into one of the rooms with a bed he’s scoped out. Dirty, sure, but that didn’t matter. A bed was a bed. Alcohol was alcohol. Checking out from the mortal realm was checking out from the mortal realm. 

     “ AS USUAL. YOU want something done right, you do it yourself. ” He doesn’t relent the attitude, standing himself up and swaying minimally as the room spins for a moment. Has he eaten or drank anything other than alcohol ? Absolutely not.       “ All I care about is getting some damn rest. That never happens until I’m three sheets to the wind - you understand me ? I’m not here to play games. ” He roots around behind the counter until another bottle is fished out and lazily opened, the opening placed to his lips, tilting his head back to down about half the thing before lowering it, blue eyes finally making contact.       “ You want games - go find someone else. I just want to fucking sleep. ” 

     “ DOES NO ONE understand the concept of a man wanting to be left alone to drink ? ” Oh, it’s in his system alright - but not nearly enough. It’s never enough. His eyes roll hard as he lifts the bottle back to his lips, knocking it back without much care. The bottle empties faster than he’s like, and with a scowl, it’s tossed over his shoulder to shatter against the wall.      “ You want to earn yourself brownie points ? Grab me another bottle. ”

     “ THIS DOES NOT mean I have to tolerate them speaking out of turn. ”

Ji-Woon takes Felix's hand in his right hand and Leon's hand with his left hand. "Come along. We're leaving for my realm. We don't need to deal with the ugly creatures. It's bad for our health."  —  @disastercvs​