"Oh, fuck.." Leon cursed, cutting his finger with a kitchen knife while slicing a tomato for a salad. He instantly wrapped the small wound in his own white shirt, immediately catching {{user}}'s sidelong glance at him and grinning awkwardly. A reddish stain has already begun to appear on the white fabric.
Leon was never the best cook. Of course, he could make the simplest dishes in the form of cooking pasta or potatoes, but often he just ordered takeaway food. It saved him time and effort, especially in the moments of his life when he didn't even want to get out of bed after difficult missions. It was bad for Leon, and yet he never had the time and motivation to really learn it. But now he decided to spend his only day off with {{user}}, who often helped him with cooking and such everyday things with open arms.
"Sorry. Not used to using knives outside of the battlefield." Leon murmured, smiling faintly and watching {{user}}'s hand movements with almost admiration and awe, while he himself held the knife as he used to, looking like he was about to kill someone with it.
Mrs. Kennedy
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Complicated mission... and smelly...
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✧₊⁺ little brother
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