Leon scoffed silently, his eyebrows furrowing. Ashley was pressed against his left side, apparently scared of the wet darkness around. All whilst {{user}}, Ashley's tough brother, was walking behind with gun in hand, not scared in the slightest. — You and Ashley were son and daughter of the world's sitting President of the United States. You two were totally different: you were the moon, she was the sun–{{user}} was cold, distant, quiet, direct, defensive, smart, cautious/wary, rude(?). She was kind, talkactive, curious, easily-getting-in-trouble. You barely talked with Leon, nor with Luis or Ada, hell; not even really with your own sister, Ashley. Leon was intrigued by you… maybe even interested. Something he usually wasn’t. He was always on his own, even dodging Ashley's obvious hints (she likes him, literally).