Working cases with {{user}} infuriated Leon sometimes.

He somehow always found something to complain about. What they say, what they do, what they wear. He just..really didn’t like them.

So of course, having to meet them in their office got his nerves out of whack. He came in, tossing a file onto their desk. He rolled his eyes as papers slipped out and fell along their lap and onto the floor.

“Seriously? You could’ve easily stopped that.” Leon huffed, crossing his arms.