Her gentle embrace felt like every sweet little treat in the world, bundled into one great big ball of joy. Truly, there couldn't be a greater feeling under the sun! She chose him, out of all the fish in the sea...and that's just something Leon's gonna have to work all his life to pay back. --

[★] i've only been putting it off for what feels like forever, y'know? 😬

[★] what if i just did my fuckin replies, how about that?

Computers..........eugh-- He hates 'em.

( - ~-)

Jeez, she's too damn nice...granted, it's a lovely change of pace from the usual miscreants he hangs out with, but it's honestly a bit jarring. And...did she just call him-- "Eugh, just Leon will do. Mister Cortez is my father, and I don't amount to half of what he could do in a workshop." --

starting to notice a pattern here with all these blondes... 🧐 💭 💛

"from a first impression, Miss Ophelia, I would say so. Gold deserves to stay pristine, unaltered, for the sake of maintaining its beauty." He laughs softly. Seems like he wasn't the only one having trouble understanding the other. Then, his tough, coarse hand reaches out to accept her --

Leon's found himself a cowboy hat, and he's celebrating the occasion by taking some sick potshots at a tower of cans he set up outside his workshop. ...don't tell him he's too old for this. It's rare that he gets to have fun like this.

𝐁𝐀𝐃 , 𝘉𝘈𝘋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 -- -- 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 ◟ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍' .ᐟ #OCRP ♡︎ #MVRP 𖹭 & ↺ appreciated .ᐟ

Yawn...talk about a sleepy Saturday, he's only just now waking up. Weird dreams though.

Good grief...the bougie blonde really knew how to lay it on thick, didn't she? Luckily, it was *so* thick that the dingy mechanic knew better than to take her words seriously. "Y'know...somethin' tells me that robotic assistance would do more to take away from your allure than help." --

[★] Finally, a Saturday of peace.......I hope--

this blonde woman is gonna make my heart explode.

"Awwwwwwww, fuck...my back is killin' me." Maybe if he didn't sleep like a shrimp, this wouldn't be happening...

[★] work is killing me. orz forgive me for being awol

"I'm certain a life like that wouldn't be nearly as much as it seems it'd be...hell, I wonder if it could even be called life." The man hums, a little theory forming in his head after listening closely to the stranger's words. It's been some time since somebody could match his musing quite --

"Ah duu~" He's totally tipsy, so he can't really tell if his lover is being sincere or jokey...at least, not until his face is pressed up against her supple chest. Even in his current condition, the sudden gesture is still enough to turn his cheeks blazing red. --

First, a sneak attack on his lips, and now she's shamelessly rubbing against his crotch?! The man lets out a grunt in response, squeezing the girl's butt even tighter now...sweat slowly beginning to bead up on his brow. "I'm...heh...beginning to think you don't care much about --

Hums. Y'know, he still owes @theredgrail.bsky.social some work in exchange for that wonderful bottle of booze...

"...you just gonna flaunt, Hox, or will ya share that sweet nectar with the rest of us?" Lee's beckoning the bottle over, as if it would simply float his way.

The sunny blonde's reaction is exactly what he'd hoped his wild words would've earned. "Think about it. We gotta micromanage every little part of our human bodies to get them working halfway decent...if we were all machines, it would only take a little bit of tuning to get us back to 100%."

"One of these days, I should shed this skin and become a robot..." He just finished watching the first Terminator movie, and it really seems to have stuck with him for some reason.

That makes it worse! (Incredibly tempting, but now he's really embarrassed--)

"Oh, shi--" Wait, it's not so scary. Actually, whatever this thing is, it's kinda cute? But regardless, he still does his best to hold the dumpster lid open to keep his eyes on it. "...I thought I heard some rumbling back here. What the heck are you doing in there, friend?"

Luckily for Leon, he's sturdy enough that her carefree bump doesn't cause him to budge...but that drink of hers splashes all over his shirt, which prompts a deep sigh. "...seriously, Miyu...? I still got a day's worth of errands to run..." He isn't mad by any means, but he's almost...disappointed?

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@comradevila.bsky.social Vila's surely forgotten about that favor she asked of him months ago, which makes it all the more satisfying when Leon approaches her doorstep with a grin. He didn't intend for this to become her birthday present by any means, but hey, it works. He knocks on her door --

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. ✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 ✦ ♡ + ⟳.

[★] I blink and an entire evening blows by. damn it--

it has come to his attention that this was not edited as intended. in conclusion: AAAAAAAAAAA--

What lovely timing...the tinkerer just might have to give her a gift she's been waiting forever to get!

Early morning training versus his newly-acquired punching bag. (He got tired of putting holes in the sheetrock.)

sunburnt. sleep-deprived. time to fix at least one of those things.

"Shu...really shouldn't," he utters. The man's slowly becoming aware of just how drunk he is, which makes it all the more difficult for him to keep himself together. And with the spellcaster continuing to coddle him... Leon takes a deep breath and tries his best to keep a steady gaze on his --

he imagines a "lewd" Hoxton would be into truly heinous activities, like mutual ab touching and exchanging submission holds in the nude. and like. b**t stuff(?) editor's note: replace this with handholding before posting

[★] computer, show me a hot sweaty Leon pouring whiskey down his toned abs and down to his...

fuck yeah, just girlboss things.

As her hands found their place upon his warm face, his cheeks begin to flare up even hotter now. Damn it, his Sunshine's got him by the balls...in more ways than one. "I...mmf...I'm glad you feel safe with me, but damn it..." His arms need somewhere to go now, and what better place than around --

"Norrrrrrghh...." His face is fully vulnerable to her assault of squishy-pinches. He swoons a bit, too tired to fight back. "Da onlee one to love me thish much wash muh pop...but yer kyuter. And yu shmell better..." His dizzy eyes slowly make it back to his lover. "...and yer...y'know..."

"Alright, it's too damn hot." The shirt's coming off now. Tossed off to the side, as the mechanic's bare, sweaty chest is put on full display.

"Day's only half over, but I need a damn nap...feeling exhausted." Not to mention *hot*. The weather really can't seem to decide what it wants to do lately.

Oh hell yeah, it's Friday. You know what that means.

...this is why he could never be a parent. They're speaking a totally different language...

...is....is he old? He feels old. The kids are talking about "flint and steel" and "chicken jockies" to an annoying degree.

Her sudden shift in position is enough to prompt a faint blush from the tinkerer, as his hands rest on her hips. "Nnnf, y'know, this really might not be the safest place for you to be right now..." He huffs softly, near panting...it doesn't take long for him to realize what she's sitting on.

"I miss ya...any time you're not at my side...hic, dork." He's having trouble keeping his eyes open...normally, Leon's a rambunctious drunk, but it's hard to keep that energy with such soothing company. "Yer the only one who's this nice to me..."

Dizzy-eyed, Leon nudges into her pats. "I thought you'd be on vacation for longer, Sunshiiiine...hic~"

What the hell is up with Leon and bunnies?

That would've been nice to know *before* they hooked up. Explains why she insisted he not use protection...