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[repose] A story about Leon falling asleep in Buddy's bed.

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I love this rare pair! Please let me participate. @rerarepairmonth Week 1 - Fairytales, Domesticity/Slice of Life, On Holiday - May 1st to May 6th

I usually speak Japanese. I translated it using Google Translate. It's a bit strange in places, but please look at it with one eye gently. I'll fix it if I can after looking at the folds. Sorry if the English is weird because it's Google translation

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When he went to Buddy's house...

When he entered with the spare key, Buddy was not there and the room was empty. Leon relaxed and took off his leather jacket,

(Is he still at school...)

Well, I see.

It was exactly 2pm. He hadn't called or emailed him to say he was coming today.

The room was quiet, somewhat cluttered, and lonely.

This time's mission. Leon was not splashed with blood, so quarantine was simple. He got naked with the Army Special Forces in charge of the joint operation and only had to take a disinfectant shower over his head in a long area separated by blue tarps.

When he checked his own smell, he could still smell the strong chemicals on his skin.

Even though he had taken three showers using body soap, the chemical smell had permeated his skin and could not be removed. The smell had invaded his brain.

(Speaking of smells...)

When he smelled the smell of this house, he somehow felt calm.

They say that maggots swarm among widowers, but perhaps because Buddy is in a wheelchair, his room is always tidy, and the room smells of Buddy's lightly scented massage cream. Sometimes there is also the smell of laundry detergent.

As soon as Leon sees Buddy's bed, his feet are drawn to it almost unconsciously.

Let's rest for a bit. Just lie down and rest for a moment.

When he lies down on Buddy's bed and presses his face against the pillow, Buddy's strong smell naturally fills his nostrils and face. Buddy

is precious because he changes the sheets and covers as soon as Leon comes.

The smell of the person you love always stirs your brain and heart.

But Buddy's smell is different... how should I express it? He always spends his holidays surrounded by his smell, so Buddy's smell automatically switches him on vacation...

Leon only remembers the moment Buddy's smell filled his brain.

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The next time Leon wakes up, it is night. He

sat up and looked around the room.

Buddy was already in his pajamas, had laid the sheets on the sofa, and was about to go to sleep.

When Leon saw Buddy, his eyes met and he asked,

"Are you awake?"

"If you're back, wake me up..."

"I've prepared dinner and put it in the fridge, so you can heat it up in the microwave and eat it."

"Buddy, are you going to sleep?"

Leon was about to get up from the bed when he noticed his situation. His shoes had been taken off, and his belt and collar were loosened.

He didn't remember, but maybe he had unconsciously taken them off by himself out of habit. No way...

"Hey Buddy, did you let me take off my shoes?"

"Yeah... Was it nice? You answered normally."

"...How?"

He had no memory

of it. "When I touched your feet, you suddenly raised your head, so I told you,

'If you want to sleep here, I'll let you take off your shoes,'

and you put your head back on the pillow and said, 'Thank you,' or something. It was only for a moment, but your eyes were open."

It seemed he had responded unconsciously. I had no choice but to believe Buddy's words, which he imitated with a strong Midwestern accent.

(Thank goodness...)

I didn't have to point a gun at Buddy.

I sometimes hear about cases where people point weapons at their families the moment they wake up on their first day back from the front line.

Buddy said,

"If you don't remember, I'll say it again, but if you go to bed, please take off your bulletproof vest and shoes that don't look like a bulletproof vest.

" "...If you took them off, you could have played a prank on me while you were there."

"----"

Leon tried to hide his embarrassment by making a joke, and a nervous look of disgust appeared on Buddy's face.

(Oh no...)

Buddy is an elementary school teacher.

The joke of "pranks" that warriors, agents, and strong men and women would laugh at, but Buddy has a completely different idea.

I seem to be more tired than I thought.

"Ah, no, I just wanted to tell you that I wanted you to wake me up. Tickling me, pinching my nose, playing with me..."

"Hmm,"

Buddy replied coldly,

"Well, that's fine. If you think I'm the kind of man who gropes sleeping people's bodies, I would never have let you step over my threshold again."

"No way, that can't be true?"

Leon had intended to play a sexual prank on me, and Buddy knew about it, but it seemed like he was willing to forgive me. I'm glad he

was hanging on by a thread.

But...

I can't believe it. The agent was asleep while the teacher took off his shoes and loosened his belt and collar.

In fact, Leon woke up for a moment during that, and he has a vague memory of it. But it's just a dream memory.

"Leo, your shoes are covered in mud, so you have to take them off when you get into bed, right?"

- Saying this, the gentle, slender, white hand loosened my shoelaces. It was the

hand of a woman who knew nothing of fighting, and it didn't exist in the world that Leon knew now.

Under normal circumstances, "Professor Kozachenko" would have remained with his supple, soft hands, and would have lived a life surrounded by his wife, children and students, without ever being involved in revolution or massacres.

I wanted this gentle man to be happy. But if this world were just like that, we would never have met.

What if I dreamed about her, even though I no longer remember her?

"Did I say anything else, Professor?"

"He was mumbling."

"What could you understand?"

"Well, I was a bit... you had a strong Midwestern accent..."

You're fluent enough in American English to know that it was a Midwestern accent (although more than half of it was Leon's fault), but you're going to say "I don't understand a word"?

I heard something that I can understand, something that I'd be better off hiding.

Did I just say... "Yes, Mom"?

I want to shoot myself in the head right now.

If it was an American man or woman, they would either tease him a lot or tell him in his sleep in a silly way. They'd add something like "It was cute."

Because Buddy is an old-fashioned type who is obsessed with his reputation as a man. Leon, who is often progressive, often treats him as if he were the same as himself, and he pretends not to see or ignores any actions or behavior that he considers shameful as a man, without pointing them out. By

the way. This attitude of Buddy is also found in America, and men and women who work in jobs related to machismo often treat him like this at work.

However, it's rare in private.

I'm glad Buddy is an old-fashioned type. Even though he's always complaining about Buddy's old-fashionedness

... In reality, Leon is a man who seems advanced, but is poisoned by classical machismo.

The rural town where he grew up in his youth was hardly advanced. In the 80s, men had to be manly and women had to be feminine, or they were rumored to be gay or dykes and suspected of having mental disorders. As the saying goes, a child's character lasts a century...

Leon S. Kennedy always wants to be on the side of the protector. He wants to act cool, be seen as tough and cool, and not show his weaknesses. Especially in front of the person he likes.

He'd rather die than be seen as a mama's boy.

He has to prove his manliness.

Leon gets up, takes off his bulletproof vest, and sits on the sofa where Buddy is.

"Buddy"

"Hey, you're tired enough to fall asleep, aren't you? Why don't you go to bed quietly tonight?

" "As soon as I saw you, I was full of energy.

" "I'm tired.

" "I see..."

Leon was disappointed for a moment, then said,

"But let's sleep together in bed."

"...Okay."

Buddy tried to get up and move to his wheelchair, but Leon stopped him and picked him up. He

gently lowered Buddy's body onto the bed, not forgetting to bring the wheelchair next to him. When he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to move, he didn't want to wake Leon up or let him fall out of bed.

When Leon slid in next to Buddy, Buddy's sullen expression flashed a smile for a moment,

"I'll put you to bed."

"You're wide awake now."

"I'll read to you."

Buddy leaned back on the pillow and reached for the bedside table.

"Oh."

He's more like a mother now.

I don't want Buddy to be a mother. I want our relationship to be more immoral.

If you're awake, there's something I want you to do, not read me a book.

Leon had been grinning the whole time, but when he saw the cover of the thick book in Buddy's hand, his smile faded.

(There's no need to choose such a book...)

If the famous, world-famous "Brothers Karamazov" comes, even I can't win. I will definitely lose.

Fin.

The perfect ending 💕💕💕

Definitely probably the way Damnation ended-

切ない。でもレオンの温かさが癒しです

Drunk late night Leon/Buddy fluff writing YEAH!

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ケネチェンコの短編。全て最高です

Have some Leon and Buddy drabbles I did because I thought my other stuff wasn’t going well. They’re unrelated to each other and stuff. I don’t know. It’s 6am. Just take them. Take all of them.

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本当に素敵なケネチェンコ😳

beautiful Kennechenko

Domestic (Leon/Buddy fic)

This is just a really quick fic I did because the ever-awesome @annausagi2 did me some very beautiful Kennechenko pictures for Christmas, and I was at a real stuck point with everything else I’m writing (I haven’t forgotten you awesome Far Cry people!) so I decided to just peck out a fic based on one of the pictures.

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オープニングですね。

Heavy Rain

Kiss Challenge [Filler]

[ Warning: Spoilers for Resident Evil 6 (mainly the Leon and Helena campaign) !!! ]

It just wasn’t Buddy’s day. Despite the weather forecast having promised sunshine and blue skies, it had been raining since the morning. That alone wouldn’t have been reason enough for the Slav’s foul mood, but since he had foolishly trusted the announcement he hadn’t brought an umbrella or raincoat with him. And it was a steady downpour. He had gotten soaked to his skin instantly. In fact he felt his clothes cling to him in most parts and his shoes had turned out to be not waterproof as well. He could still remember times long past when his shoes would have made squishing sounds while walking, although he couldn’t verify that, small relieve it brought him, being tied to this wheelchair. He practically felt like he was sitting in a puddle of rainwater. And from the looks of it, that was exactly how it was.

Keep reading

すごく良かった。胸が苦しくなりました…でもハッピーエンド❤️

Heavy Rain (Resident Evil: Damnation, Leon/Buddy)

After years of editing, I finally wrapped this up. It was supposed to be part of the Kiss Challenge, but there’s no actual kissing in it. The smooches will return for the next installment, though - which will hopefully come sooner than this one…

!!! Warning: Spoilers for Resident Evil 6 (mainly the Leon and Helena campaign) !!!

Link: hop over here

自分がリブログしているか分かるように一言付けてリブログすることにしました。

可愛いストーリー💕

ангел снега.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 Day 7: Snow Angels, Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko aka Buddy

Alexander 'Sasha' Kozachenko x Fem! Reader Summary: Angels in the snow could only mean one thing: you were going to be coming back to him soon.

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A/n: I decided to do something sweet and simple for Sasha <3 idk how the school times and whatnot work overseas, so I did go with an american school day, if that's okay ;-;

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Genre: Romance, Fluff Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluff, maybe a tid bit of angst?

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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His eyes were exhausted as he gazed down the book he was reading, the distant sound of children playing outside catching his ear every once in a while. When the bell for the school rang and signaled that it was halfway through recess, Sasha's head lifted slightly, and he glanced out the window.

Excitement filled his veins, and Sasha slowly rolled his wheelchair to stare out of the window at the playground. Snow was falling, the ground blanketed heavily and glistening in the winter sun.

Children were throwing snowballs and diving into the snow and making snow angels, and Sasha smiled gently. Snow angels could only mean one thing.

You were going to be coming home soon.

Sasha glanced down, taking out his wallet to open it up. Shoulders relaxing, Sasha couldn't help but to blush and chuckle to himself as he looked down at a picture of you, your arms around his shoulders as Sasha just rolled his eyes.

It was the day after he had been released from the hospital after Leon had shot him to kill the plagas he had infected himself with in order to fight for the independence of the Eastern Slav Republic.

While Leon had gone back to the states to continue his vacation, you had stayed behind to help the government tie up any loose ends and destroy any more B.O.W's.

However, when your time wasn't spent cleaning up Svetlana's mess, you were at the hospital and keeping him company; telling him about what was happening as he was recovering and letting him know how Svetlana's treason case was going.

He didn't know when he started to enjoy your company, when his heart stopped hurting every time he thought about Irina, when it began to race within your presence instead.

Sasha didn't know when he began to anticipate your visits and your talks or when you would take him to the public pool in the untouched parts of the city to help him with his physical therapy.

When you were called back to the US, Sasha had been devasted until about a year later. Apparently, thanks to you, Leon, and a woman named Hunnigan, bugging the DSO Director, you told him that you would be stationed in Europe every winter since the winter months tended to be a slow time for the DSO anyway.

And so, Sasha began to anticipate the winter months; the snow almost like a calling card for you. Sasha knew that when the ground glistened like diamonds, when mulled wine filled his cup, and when the scent of pine filled the air; you would be coming home to him.

The bell rang again, and Sasha was brought out of his thoughts by the children filing into the classroom. They were all talking loud, rosy cheeks and coats covered in snow, and Sasha sighed gently with a smile.

"Alright, make sure to place your coats onto the coat rack. We don't want the floor to get wet and become dangerous."

The kids all answered enthusiastically, and Sasha wheeled himself back to his desk, beginning to get his materials ready when one of his kids exclaimed with excitement.

"Miss (L/n)! Miss (L/n)!"

Sasha's gaze shot up, and there you were, his snow angel in the flesh. You were bundled up heavily, putting on a show for the kids as you took your scarf off.

"My, oh my! It's so cold out there, I think I almost froze on the way here!"

The kids laughed as they crowded around you, and Sasha was further surprised to see Leon peeking over your shoulder with a smirk, teasing you as he shook his gloves off.

"If I had known any better, I'd say you did with how bad you were shivering on the way here."

"Oh, don't listen to him, kids! He's just grumpy because I wouldn't let him drive."

Your gaze met Sasha's, and he couldn't even stop himself from smiling widely, his neck becoming hot as he blushed.

"I wasn't expecting company."

You giggled and walked around the children to pull up a stool and sit beside him, winking at him as you gave him a gift.

"I decided to save Leon from Director Simmons' excessive summons."

"She didn't even tell me where we were going until we were already in the boarding area of the airport."

Leon made a face at you before smirking at Sasha, clapping his shoulder gently.

"But, it's nice to see you, Buddy."

Sasha's heart was warm; filled to the brim with love and appreciation that his eyes became glassy, hiding the emotional tears that threatened to fall as he looked into the gift bag.

"My friends call me Sasha...if that's alright with you."

Leon grinned and one of the kids came up to the desk, exclaiming at you.

"Miss (Y/n), are you gonna do story time for us?"

The kids began to crowd you again, and you laughed loudly, Sasha unable to keep his gaze off of you as you interacted with the kids. Hell, he couldn't even be upset that the lesson he had planned was now null for the day; just happy that his snow angel was back.

You had finally come home to him again, and Sasha couldn't be more in love.

END DAY 7

完全に同意します。

I want to have Alexander Kozachenko to pin me to the wall, look down at me as his eyes change from normal to that deep shade of red before forcefully kissing me.

Buddy looked really sad in the scene where he shoots Ataman…

テスト

使い方

本当に使い方がわかってない。

リブログ出来ているか目視で分からないのが凄く困る……

DeviantArt: [x]

I still can’t read Japanese,so sad( •̥́ ˍ •̀ू )

Sasha Kozachenko 🤍

I miss him.

Heh….i don’t post a lot anymore but I share this

Sasha getting adopted by a shabby tan stray kitty after the events of Damnation, that reminds him very much of that scrappy American with the gorgeous blue eyes. It sits in his lap every day as he wheels himself to the school building each morning. As if silently cheering on his efforts as he struggles up the daunting slope, it kneads against his lap and purrs affectionately. Tired and breathless, Sasha sets the brakes on his wheels and offers the scruffy little guy a gentle pet to his head. It takes a week, but after mentally calling the cat Leon in his mind, he starts beckoning to it aloud by that name. The cat seems to delight in this newfound moniker and purrs louder, almost as obnoxious as the enthusiastic declarations of his wild American.

Sasha takes great care in tending to the scrappy little feline. He discovers shortly after taking it in, while he gives it a proper bath, that it is littered in the marks of many past fights. It fears very little and clings to his arm when he indulges it's greedy demands for attention.

Weeks go by and Sasha finds this new feline friend helps ease the painful loneliness he was left in, in the aftermath of his losses. Even when that mad American had to go at the summons of his own government, Leon had looked at him with such lost eyes, reluctant to leave his bedside in the hospital. Sasha doesn't remember much of that parting except for that apologetic look and the feel of a warm hand overlapping his fingers.

Now, as he burrows those same fingers into the thick silky fur of his new little companion, he silently imagines this was what it may feel like to run his hands through the agent's hair. The comforting weight of the cat resting upon his chest as he goes to sleep each night, the threat of nightmares thwarted briefly by the steady purring presence nestled over his heart. He imagines Leon's head resting in the cat's place. He shines, and he clings tighter to the comforts the cat brings him because he knows he can never have the man he actually craves to hold in his arms again.

He tells himself this harsh truth night after agonizing night as he wakes from nightmares of the screech of lickers and the burning pain of parasites wrapped around his spine. Of the heavy thundering footfalls of super tyrants and the distant gunfire of dying resistance fighters slowly being drawn to a terrifying silence.

The cat greets him, with a fuzzy face pressed against his cheek as that steady rumble of purring and soft paws knead his chest, trying to calm the jack rabbit pulse of his heart skipping painfully against his ribcage. Sasha calls out the agent's name, with tearful eyes and a choked off voice strangling each sound. Leon the cat answers with a mrrp, and continues to comfort the war weary man.

Months go by, and Sasha's yearning for companionship has been numbed by the busy schedules of school life and the rejuvenating smiles of his students eagerly attending his classes every day. The cat has quickly become a fixture in his classroom, always seated in his lap as Sasha scratches chalk across the blackboard as he details that weekend's homework for his students. He is almost finished when the cat leaps away from his lap in a sudden surge of activity only previously seen when pouncing upon unsuspecting mice.

"Leon!" Sasha cries out, alarmed by the bolting flash of golden fur. The classroom door swung open in his peripheral as the teacher tries to redirect his chair to face the fleeing feline. His quiet curse goes silent in his tongue, knowing better than to utter such words aloud in front of the children. His eyes fix on the figure of a man who dared to disrupt his class without even bothering to have the courtesy of knocking first. The snap of a reprimand balances on his tongue only to topple over like a clumsy tightrope walker.

"Leon?" It falls from his lips in a gasp. The blue eyed agent stands before him, his lean figure filling the entrance of the classroom as agile hands hold his feline counterpart securely in his grasp.

A sideways smile greets Sasha fondly as the agent quips. "Sorry I'm late, Mr. Kozachenko. I hope you won't mark me tardy for class."

(Had this cute thought and wanted to share it with you for some extra fluff in your day.)

W O A !! OMG! WAOW IM

I lov this so much dude and god that lil payoff at the end got me pogging out of my mind. It reminds me of this neighborhood stray cat that would visit my house often, and funnily enough I call him Sasha! Genuinely this is amazing, thank you for sharing <33

Lighthearted prank <33

RE6 AU baybeeee

Lmao fffuck it *puts him in another au once again

Dispel the Darkness

Buddy rubbed his numbing hands and cursed under his breath as he watched the first white flakes gliding down from above.

(He’s not coming.)

The thought hurt more than he would have liked to admit. He had been waiting for almost an hour now, watching the people passing by, smiling, a joyful atmosphere all around him. But Sasha wasn’t smiling. He had wanted to abandon the idea, to turn around and go home, spending the evening in the quiet confines of his apartment. But every time he had made up his mind, hope had reeled its head again, persuading him to wait for just five minutes longer. Fool that he was, he had given in all the time, always finding another excuse why the one he was waiting for hadn’t shown up yet.

But the truth dawned on him, slowly but steadily.

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Only The Moon Knows - A New Beginning

In the distance he could hear them go off – one after the other; like muffled pistol shots that illuminated the pitch-black sky just for an instant before vanishing into thin air. Irina had loved to look at them. Always eyes wide open, like a child she had clapped, could hardly await the next rockets to explode. Oh, how he had loved to see that innocent expression spreading on her face. Actually he wasn’t the type to join the crowd. The noise, the shoving, the pushing. But as soon as he had laid his eyes on her childlike display of joy he couldn’t help grinning himself. It was then that nothing else mattered. Neither the pain from some elbows crashing into his side nor the high-pitched voices of those around them. Even J.D.’s hopelessly stupid comments tickled out one or two smiles from the Slav. Yes, a happy new year; that it used to be indeed. It had always been a joyous occasion, but now, watching the fireworks from his bedroom window, tied to a wheelchair, it was hard to hold off the feelings of loneliness, those pangs going through his chest like little daggers penetrating the skin. While the whole world was overflowing with expectations for the New Year, everyone keeping their loved ones close, he was there, waiting for something, anything to happen that would break the unbearable silence in the darkness of the room. “Ugh…” The vodka burned. Like a fire that had been lit in his throat, setting ablaze his whole body. Don’t think. Don’t feel. Don’t let it show. He tried hard to strangle those emotions inside, to put out those tongues of flames reaching for a lonely heart.  

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You guys are awesome! I felt Leon and Buddy were meant to be the moment I saw the movie, and I was very disappointed when I found so little love toward them out there. But then a light of hope illuminated my screen the moment I opened your blog *u* Keep spreading the love guys, you're an inspiration to all of us!! :D

Thank you so very much!! :D Indeed, we both felt that Leon and Buddy were meant for each other right from the beginning, too (their first meeting alone was… intense! ;) I’m sure I’m speaking for Shizu here as well when I say that we are really glad to have such nice people following our little blog. It’s great to hear that we can ignite or keep alive the spark for this amazing pairing in any way! And it’s always great to hear from fellow fans of Damnation and Leon&Buddy in general! So thank YOU for this lovely message <3

- Modkon

Not all that cold

“You want anything from the sweets stand?”

Buddy looked up at Leon as if the American had just suggested to take a ride on the children’s merry-go-round – which probably was only a matter of time before he did.

“No thanks, I’m good.”

Leon shrugged and strolled off, leaving Buddy and his wheelchair next to the large Christmas tree that was the literal highlight of the small Christmas market. Buddy rubbed his cold hands together as he gazed up at the sparkling electric candles that illuminated the tree. The Slav was glad that there weren’t as many people around. Not only did he enjoy the quiet, it was also much easier to navigate the narrow aisles. And although he didn’t really need Leon pushing him, when the blond had insisted right from the very beginning, Buddy couldn’t really say anything against it – he was pretty sure Leon would have done it even if Buddy would have continued complaining. Still, deep inside he was glad for the offer; his hands were freezing enough as it was, even with gloves on – which he had also borrowed from the blond. Buddy smiled to himself. He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and spoiled, but most of all he felt happiness.

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That’s the full page of this comic，sorry for carelessly cutting

Feverish Kisses

[Follow up to Lingering Warmth - Warning: Explicit, NSFW]

“Hah…“ A long, heavy sigh wandered through the room, reflected by white empty walls. The door silently closed behind them, keeping the hot afternoon sun from entering the surprisingly cool flat. Both men shivered slightly as soon as they passed through the doorway. At least one of them though felt the overall atmosphere weighing down on him way more than the change of temperature. Just moments ago, the Slav couldn’t have felt more relieved at the thought of getting rid of his clothes, but right now in the presence of the man behind him with all those unspoken desires between them, he didn’t favour that idea as much anymore. He had been so eager before, but now it all seemed rushed and maybe that rising need had been the result of the scorching sun. Or maybe not. The veins pulsating beneath his rough, scarred skin belied his growing denial. They seemed as if they were going to explode any minute, the blood rushing through his body at an alarming speed. To him it seemed as if a bird tried to break free from its cage, his own heart just barely being held in place by tissues of muscle. Did he truly want to take it further? “You want something to drink?“ The sudden question coming from behind made him flinch abruptly. Even though the man had been well aware of the presence of the other - more than he’d ever admit to himself – he hadn’t seen that coming. “You planning something?“, he retorted, trying to make the following grin seem as effortless as possible. Without being able to see his own reflection though he pretty much could picture in his head how stupid he had to look right now with a crooked grin which was probably nowhere near natural. Still it did earn him a brilliant smile by the American – a smile a little too brilliant and a way too flirty “Only if you do.” Even though he could feel the urge to punch Leon in the sides rise, he was rather relieved at the goofiness the man displayed. It made him finally relax for the first time since having entered the flat.

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Once they're back in inside, tension Sasha didn't realize was there before skowly begins bleeding from his shoulders. He can feel exhaustion creep in bit by bit, the day taking its toll after weeks of him not doing much aside from occasional physical therapy and otherwise resting in bed. He almsot finds himself missing the naps he was able to take throughout the days in the hospital before, even though at the time he'd more often than not been frustrated by the lack of anything else to do.

The task at hand seems daunting in comparison, and thus it doesn't take much for him to convince himself to accept Leon's offer of help. Although, as it turns out, Leon isn't particularly helpful half of the time, because the moment he is done chopping his part of the vegetables he begins stealing stuff from Sasha's chopping board to munch on, giving him that cheeky grin Sasha's become irritatedly fond of as of late when he narrows his eyes at him in turn. "Would you stop that?" Sasha asks at some point and feels compelled to pinch Leon in the side when he, in fact, does not stop.

Leon also has a way of standing precisely infront of the cabinet Sasha needs to open at any given time, causing him to at some point simply put his hands on either side of Leon's hips while the other is mid sentence into telling a story and physically moving him out of the way when he doesn't get the hint of Sasha wheeling himself close in order to open a lower cabinet to find a pot to cook with.

"You are a menace." Sasha says gruffly when he gives Leon another nudge with the cabinet door as Leon still manages to be slightly in the way. He looks up at him then to find him suspiciously quiet all of the sudden, but after the day they've had and with Sasha slowly learning to navigate around Leon's way of purposely irritating him just to be contrary, it doesn't come out half as harsh as it might have on any other day. "Just go sit over there and look pretty, I can handle the rest myself."

Then he is forced to catch Leon's hand again, when he fails to swat at it in order to keep him from stealing yet another piece of vegetable. "Stop. It." He says once more, this time with more authority in his tone, the words coming out harsher without him really meaning to give them that much gravity. He is surprised when Leon actually backs down and he is able to extract the piece of carrot from his grasp. In turn, Leon seems just as confused by it as Sasha is, only to then have his other hand pick up a different piece of vegetable to put between his teeth, smiling around it.

Sasha sighs. "You're having far too much fun outmaneuvering a man in a wheelchair." He scoffs. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" He tries for a more serious tone, but he can't quite hide the upwards quirk of his lips at Leon's behavior, amusement far outweighing the annoyance of cooking with increased difficulty when Leon's eyes shine with such mischief.