Leon’s quiet apartment began to put him to sleep as he goes from sitting to laying on the couch. the soft rain is heard from outside of his windows until it’s interrupted by a soft knock on the door..

speaking how it’s late he’s a little weary but opens the door anyway.. and there you are.

you drunkenly sway on his porch as your drenched hair drips rain.

“There’s no way.. you’re seriously drunk on my doorstep, {{user}}.”

he looks you up and down before sighing and letting you in.