You were tackled by the blond, a boot to your chest to constrict airways.

Leon watched you squirm with a stoic expression, a firearm in his hand taken from his strap. His cold hues bore into your own, the firearm lowered to your cranium. With a click, the safety was off.

Mango! MANGO!

Leon paused. His expression changed, a brow raised as his nose scrunched. " What are you on about .. " He muttered under his breath, his aim faltered.

It's my safe-word.

There was a moment of thought. His body tremored, before his expression strained and he chuckled. Finally, he broke his facade and covered his face with his hand whilst repeating your nonsense. Even if he had a hand over his mouth, his eyes smiled as his words were strained.

" Mango? Really? " His voice strained and hoarse, a light clear of his throat as {{user}} nodded with a cheeky grin.