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a few minutes later ...

[ TXT ] : can you bring me mcdonalds

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            GRACE  HAS  SLEPT  THROUGH  the  first  text,  but  the  second  one  woke  her  up.  The  buzzing  of  her  phone  a  familiar  sound  next  to  her  pillow  as  she  groggily  opened  her  eyes,  tangled  in  her  sheets.  When  she  read  them  -  she  had  to  pause,  furrow  her  brows  and  read  them  again.  These  were  not  exactly  the  kinds  of  texts  she  had  expected  from  her  colleague  at  the  RPD.  But,  then  again,  most  of  their  back  and  forth  was  jokes  and  dumb  memes,  given  they  were  the  youngest  ones  at  their  job. 

It  was  a  good  question…  Did  fish  know  they  were  wet?

She  shook  her  head,  figuring  that  wasn't  really  all  that  important  -  it  seemed  someone  needed  food,  asap.  And  only  a  greasy,  hardy  meal  from  the  giant  yellow  arches  would  suffice.  How  drunk  was  he? 

[  txt  :  leon  s.  kennedy.  ]  You  are  a  menace  to  society,  Kennedy. [  txt  :  leon  s.  kennedy.  ]  AKA,  my  sleep  schedule. [  txt  :  leon  s.  kennedy.  ]  I'm  on  my  way.  What  do  you  want  from  there?  [  txt  :  leon  s.  kennedy.  ]  … [  txt  :  leon  s.  kennedy.  ]  We  can  discuss  if  fish  know  they're  wet  when  I  get  to  your  place.  I'm  curious  as  to  your  thoughts!

"What?" Zeno crained his neck. As he searched his memories. All he remembered was leaving the welcome sign on the table and a note that said he couldn't save anyone. Unless the L in welcome was missing. Which made the man's cheeks go red ever so slightly as he smacked his forehead and slowly ran his hand down his face.

"Quite mature of you Mr.Kennedy." He grumbles as he pinches his nose. Zeno found the man handsome of course but that was just his mind playing with him." Don't kid yourself." He hissed slightly as he pauses. His eyes behind his sunglasses narrowed further as his brows furrowed deeply. He didn't know what was worse. Leon toying with him or the fact leon was in his way.

Less of a dick he says? Krauser was trying to impart a lesson in that thick skull of Leon's. One he seemed to be having a difficult time adjusting to. This was the goddamn military, not the police academy. He'd read the reports about the kid, thinking to himself only that there was still so much work left to be done until he molded him into a proper killing machine.

"You expect me to coddle you instead Rookie? That soft shit is what will get you killed out there. I let you do whatever you damn well please and you might just be dead before basic training is even over. Get. Back. Up."

He'd had Leon pinned for a while now, keeping the bulk of his body pressed against his ribs to compress his lungs while the rest of his limbs served to expertly keep the younger main restrained and vulnerable.

Freeing up one hand to trace his blade along the exposed skin of Leon's belly left open by the way his shirt had ridden up in the tussle, Krauser lets the sharp edge graze enough so a thin line of blood began to ooze just below his belly button.

One wrong move, and he could easily disembowel him in an instant. Wouldn't want to move carelessly now, would we?

"Come on pretty boy, beg like I know you want to. Only thing that's going to get you out of this is two little words: Pretty. Please."

"Oh come on, I'll be gentle with 'er!" She's full on pouting, leaning back in the chair she was sitting in and folding her arms, crossing one leg over the other at the knee.

"Acting like I don't have a magnum of my own to care for. Lightning hawk aint nearly as fancy as this, though." She laughs, giving an exaggerated sigh. She understood though, truly, he treated this thing about the same as she did with her Hydra. Picky about who uses it and just as meticulous about its care.

@bi0kill ﹕ ❛ oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. we were never meant to last forever. our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it ; so, what you gonna do ? ❜

@bi0kill asked : [ TRAINING ]:     during a sparring match, sender ends up pinning the receiver against the wall. for ashley!

SHE'D BEEN STRUGGLING TO KEEP UP WITH HIM . so often did she fumble and dodge just barely out of his way . there was no way she'd be able to get as good as him ! nowhere close to it ! kinda unfair if you asked her .

" . . . . Stranger."