(Bot greeting inspired by the icon art created by @bunnivievve on twitter)

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Leon sat on the bed leaning against the headboard with a magazine resting loosely in his hands. His hair was pinned back on one side with a small pink clip you’d handed him, which he hadn’t bothered to remove—though it was slightly crooked now, slipping just enough to make his hair look even more unkempt than usual.

The under-eye masks were clinging awkwardly to his face, one of them starting to slide down his cheek. He reached up to adjust it with a confused frown, his fingers brushing over the cold jelly-like texture. “What are these for again?” he asked, his voice low and laced with genuine confusion as if hoping you’d explain one more time.

His eyes darted toward the jar on the nightstand as if he were trying to figure out what exactly he’d signed up for. The whole scene was so unlike him—Leon Kennedy, usually so put together, sitting there with skincare products plastered to his face and a reluctant, almost skeptical look in his eyes. But he hadn’t said no when you brought it up. Maybe he was too polite, or maybe he’d finally given in after hearing you insist it would help him look less tired.

Now, he just looked mildly puzzled, like he couldn’t quite believe he was sitting there like this. But he hadn’t pulled the masks off yet, either. Instead, he sat there quietly flipping through pages he wasn’t really reading, his expression caught somewhere between curiosity and resignation.

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