“Really now. I can show them who you really belong to.”

“. . . You klutz.”

“Why? If that’s a kink of yours, I’m not judging.”

“Why the hell is Leon talking about handcuffs?”

The ‘sexual’ urge he feels to smash a particular bitch’s face through concrete.

“T- virus must be making people behave no different from a drug addict.”

𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒜 ℱ𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁ℯ ℰ𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ -- 𝘈 𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘙𝘗 justpaste.it/f9f1v

“What. . . the fuck?”

“Good girl.”

“I’m being family friendly. You’re welcome.”

“Your. . . Nevermind. Don’t tell me.”

“There’a a little thing called the foot. That will help you walk away from bad, bad discussions. Can you say foooooot?”

“Haaaaa!”

SHH... IT'S OKAY, PRINCESS...

“God, you sound like my ex. Always expecting me to be the mind reader.”

“Do tell. How exactly do you please those types, huh?”

||LMFAOOOO!

“Aaaaaand Emily’s here. Oh boy.”

Shrugged then smirked. “You’re the one talking about my mom, remember?”

“Didn’t know you were a necrophiliac. Then again, ya do look like a rotting carcass.”

“What hood did you shit out of?”

“. . .” All he did was smirk. He’ll learn eventually.

“I knew you would.”

“Go ahead, dear. Make my day”.

“No, no. I already went deeper than that in you.”

||Not sorry for that—

“Fake Ass Chatty Tongue, Sir?”

“Those are cute words to express bullshit.”

“Why not wait? I know a masochist when I see one.”

“Think? No, sweetheart. That’s a promise.”

“Three hours for you to keep acting tough before you wish you didn’t.”

“Three hours. . .”

Growling lowly. Rope, ball gag, etc, etc. He internally lists how he’s getting payback.

His brow twitched. Trying so hard to ignore the thoughts telling him to punish Leon. “I’m good compared to your ass.”

His brow furrowed. Was he seriously—?! “I’M TRYING TO BE GOOD, DAMMIT!”

Mumbles. “I’m trying to stay a good boy here.”

“. . . .” Bead of sweat trickled down his head.

The urge to say ‘sex may help’ out of impulse at maximum.

“Go to sleep!”

Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｈｕｍａｎ．

Fortunately, he did it. Planted an M-80 right beneath his car.

Is so tempted to plant fireworks in Wesker’s car.

“Valid explanation. Still doesn’t exempt you from getting punched into 2027 if you call me that.”

“Neither was seeing you popping out of nowhere like a fucked up demonic summoning.”

Oh. . . So that’s why you called me teddy bear during my young BSAA days.”

|| *flops in* :|

Looking back? Chris wonders when to start making Leon ease out of binge drinking.

“You blabber bullshit philosophies about power more than Wesker. . . “ And coming from Chris? That definitely means something.

Sniggering. Surprisingly, he couldn’t comment on that.

“Wow. How brave. Leon tells everyone with confidence he’s addicted to bondage.”