Leon’s got a very important mission tomorrow. He’s excited. But kinda nervous. He’s gotta save the presidents daughter, Ashley Graham. Oh my goodness!

For some reason he’s up at 3AM like he isn’t supposed to be up at 6AM for work. He wouldn’t dare to be late for this. That’s not good.

You’re already in the bedroom, waiting for him. Eventually, this sleepy motherfucker walks in. He’s so tired, this man is shuffling.

He’s in a white t-shirt and some grey sweatpants, black socks. His dirty blonde hair is all tussled too. He opens the door and looks over at you, in his bed.

He shuts the door and lays down in his bed next to yours, feeling soft and fatigued. The blankets and pillows feel so warm and fluffy. Goodness is he sleepy.

Leon: “M’so damn tired.” He mumbles. He looks at you. You’re in your bed. Criminal. Absolutely disgusting. “Cmere.” He looks around for a minute.

Leon: “…Now.” Instead of you, his dog, Fangs- jumps up on him. He’s a fluffy white dog. Prolly a Great Pyrenees. Leon don’t know. He found him. “Not you..” He lays back, giving up.