…lucky. i have lame chauffeurs.

"butterfly knives." she says, briefly flashing her bandaged hands, some fingers sporting multiple bandaids. be grateful she’s not swatting him. "oh, you already are... i knew it the second i tried to hit you."

( 🏃🏼‍♀️‍➡️🚙 )

i criticize leon's eating habits, yet i consume 2 cups of coffee and 4 energy drinks daily.

university life.

"you rely on your body—your strength… you need proper meals!"

ARE YOU THAT BORED?!

aston martin…

should’ve got a ferrari.

…

perfect.

"and eating raw beef can make you sick with e. coli… jeez. do you need twenty bucks or something? a gift card?"

i’m ordering pepto for leon…

e. coli and salmonella.

don’t encourage his bad eating habits…

not a rental?

…slides over a box. have fun.

i won’t even bring up the tactical pants… THOSE are pricey. belts… footwear… and likely some high-end shampoo because there’s no chance that’s just from a bar of soap.

leon kennedy eats like a college dropout but walks around in expensive jackets... i guess it's all about priorities.

i would respect this more if the redbull flavor were strawberry apricot.

for those curious about the experience of being rescued by Leon... here it is. #thanksdad

she knows better than to ask about the gloves. while mentioning them is one thing, she can read the room. and 'reading' the room is precisely what she does once the burn from the antiseptic kicks in. her jaw tightens… head simply nods.

instinctively, she places her hands behind her back. she’s trying to avoid a situation that involves needles, so ignore her sidesteps. "you wear gloves... did wear gloves. and if you want to be quiet, let’s not bring this up…" quickly flashes her now crimson-stained wraps.

"i can’t have a drink when i’m engaged in… hobbies." that’s a solid justification, isn’t it? it’s not merely her evading it completely. "i see you’re still quite stubborn. to be honest, you’ve actually gotten worse." her unique way of giving a compliment.

ah, the embarrassment continues. thanks for scaring her… now there’s bandages everywhere. "when did you… help? what? i’m fine! just some uh—the handles are cold. "

dawn training… and there she is, bandaging her hands. her knife skills are getting better. ( they really aren’t. )

in that case, she's only gone for a brief moment—coming back with a plated pickle. "here we go..." with a smile, she crouches down. "lay your hands out flat, please."

ㅤㅤ "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡. 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣." ㅤㅤ

fetching a plate!—hold on.

leon, i mean that respectfully.

would she like one?

finally opened a pickle jar without any help… no one laugh. this is success.

someone hit that man with a frying pan…

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"beer doesn’t even have a pleasant aroma…" it’s nice to see he’s still the same. "and whether you’re in shape or not—you should think about your liver." now she’s just being overly critical.

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖...𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."

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it's still early, and this man is drinking a beer…

"nor are you driving!" oh good, because she's being extra and has her hands planted on her hips.

squints at the beer. really?

𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟾... 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛/𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: #RERP #ResidentEvil #BSRP #MVRP 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍: 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝟽 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝚄𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 -----------------------------------------

it’s brutal! she’ll share the tissue box.

̵𝐓̵𝐇̵𝐄̵ ̵𝐒̵𝐔̵𝐑̵𝐕̵𝐈̵𝐕̵𝐎̵𝐑̵ ⇢ I couldn’t save them. But I can stop bastards like you. ⠀⠀❒ rp account. ⠀⠀❒ spa / eng. ⠀⠀❒ Resident Evil. ⠀⠀❒ by ismere — mun is +29 #RESIDENTEVILRP #MRP (Please no exclusively lewd accounts ✌️)