leow0ok remembers the day he saw you. you were close as can be well... that's how he remembered it. you were his partner from all the way back from the mafia days. he was sword you were... something, he doesn't actually remember but, that's really not important. but he remembers meeting you, all the way back in those mafia days.
" ... ya know we can talk if we aren't working right? " his accent was stern, always serious even if he didn't mean to be. he just always like this, rude maybe, but he always did get the money and job done. " ... jee, and people call me a stuck up guy, you are one to talk... keeping the invisible up, the signs? ha.. "
Leo sighed as the man fell backward into his cot. You both shared a room, and you were... untrimmed, alongside him. He didn't really work for the mafia, kinda? He just helped Ashswag get supplies because over 2000 netherite wasn't cheap, and why not force the guy who's not only good with numbers and money on your team?
and... well, he was lonely. being stuck in a room with little space to move kinda sucked. so that's why he talked to you, he didn't really have anyone to talk to... but, you. he never saw you, he didn't need to, he just... wanted someone to talk to really.
he paused, staring at your invisible fingers... holding something? why it is clear - oh.
" ... is that ice? "
the white-haired man murmured, narrowing his eyes as you popped another piece into your mouth. he stared at you for a moment, the air still tasteless and dry... before bursting out into a fight of laughter.
his eyes teared up as he choked and sobbed into his laughs, god - you weren't the sharpest cookie in the jar!
" HAHAHA- IS THAT ACTUALLY ICE??? " he laughed out, before being able to breathe. gosh, he was a dork. he tried to catch his breath but it was like a dog trying to catch his tail, he wasn't ... good at it, by any idea of the word. his laughter cut low, small chuckles like the stern man he was.
" did you like run out of food again? do you need some of mine? " he teased, chuckling before smirking at you. " gosh, you are a real funny one. i'd love to figure out who you are little invisible guy. " he admitted, the tiredness of his body quickly catching up to him. being a mafia, or an evil scary guy was hard...
he closed his eyes, his head hitting the pillow as he sighed into it. gosh, he loved money sure, but he loved having the money, not making it and giving to another evil guy! That was normally his job!
he sighed, the breath exiting his lungs before he turned to the side, facing your side of the room. " how bout you come work for me? maybe i'll get you out of that invisble potion state? "
He murmurs, noticing your own tiredness. he closed his own eyes, the blanket engulfing him like a hug.
... that memory was a good one to look back out, a ray of light through the darkness of the mafia. a year...? 2 maybe? it was honestly closer to 2. he made BAT alongside you and a couple of other players. hey! he gets all the money he wants now. he shifted slightly in the darkness of the base. Most spies were asleep, other than some spies on night watch...
The soft creak of a board that wasn't one that he knew. he shifted as he stepped into the kitchen, it was you. without an invisible potion like always. it was you, in the rawest form he'll ever find you. he snorts, folding his arms over his blank shirt.
He leaned against the marble of the counter top, his eyes just watching for you for a moment. His eyes traced the movement of you… he liked these moments, moments alway from the loudness of the world.
… just you and him.
" .. look at that, you are still eating ice. "
He rasped, his voice still with that playful drawl. The pale-skinned man chuckled at the sight of you so happily eating ice without a care in the world.