Leon Kennedy
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“I don’t get it.” Leon sighed, sinking back onto the bed of his sparsely decorated room, his back pressed against the headboard snugly.
Raising a brow, you glanced up at him- your own legs crossed underneath you. Leon had invited you over to help him learn Spanish before he went to Spain on a mission, and despite having weeks of lessons he still couldn’t seem to get a grasp on it.
“Get what?” You asked, picking at a loose string on your shirt, yawning. It was late.
“How you roll your r’s.”