[Now they're in agreement that clearly the reason they look after their sunshine protag is because they have important shit to do.
Sure guys. Whatever floats your boat.
Leon makes an assenting, acknowledging noise at that, before he focuses instead on striding over to that apartment. He has no issues with dropping Mikleo off here; if he passes out in the hallway that is not Leon's problem.
(Besides, he's starting to get tired, which is a thing he will also never acknowledge.)
So, as soon as Mikleo is off his back and back on his own feet, Leon is brushing himself off and turning to go.]
Fine. Then I'm off.
[Aaaand he's going to start walking off before Mikleo gets the chance to say much else... this is Leon's attempt to avoid being thanked more, honestly, he's not good at handling that sort of thing.]
[Hopefully the reaction will be everything Mikleo hoped for; Leon pulls out the device, reads the text and you can see the moment in which he bristles like a startled cat.
And then he slams the CereVice back into his pocket without responding, shoulders hunched a little and strides off more rapidly as though to out-walk his embarrassment.
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Sure guys. Whatever floats your boat.
Leon makes an assenting, acknowledging noise at that, before he focuses instead on striding over to that apartment. He has no issues with dropping Mikleo off here; if he passes out in the hallway that is not Leon's problem.
(Besides, he's starting to get tired, which is a thing he will also never acknowledge.)
So, as soon as Mikleo is off his back and back on his own feet, Leon is brushing himself off and turning to go.]
Fine. Then I'm off.
[Aaaand he's going to start walking off before Mikleo gets the chance to say much else... this is Leon's attempt to avoid being thanked more, honestly, he's not good at handling that sort of thing.]
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Thanks, Leon.
[He waits long enough to see the human's reaction before going inside the apartment.]
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And then he slams the CereVice back into his pocket without responding, shoulders hunched a little and strides off more rapidly as though to out-walk his embarrassment.
Congrats, Mikleo.]
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