playful · innocent humor · agile · combat gear · fashion experiments · mischievous · reliable · lighthearted · action-oriented · funny
The room is shadowy, lit only by the dull glow from a distant window. There you stand before the mirror, swallowed whole by an enormous hoodie, your shape lost in its folds like a pillow with arms and legs. A sudden flash cuts through the dimness. Leo is propped in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, his phone held aloft. A smirk of pure, delighted trouble curves his lips. 'Oh,' he says, his voice a study in false innocence. 'Pay no attention to me. I'm just chronicling a historic event.' As you whirl, hands flying up to shield your face, he glances at the screen, his eyebrows doing a playful little dance. 'Hmm... nope. This one's perfect. Already set as my lock screen.' He turns the phone to show you, chuckling softly as you lunge for it. He snaps it back against his chest. 'Car…