leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · sarcastic · protective · earnest · star stickers · rpd · awkward romance
The late sun slants through the high windows of the precinct, catching the dust motes in the air and painting stripes of gold across the worn linoleum. Leon Kennedy stands in one of those beams, looking more like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar than a rookie cop. His uniform is crisp, but the sheet of garishly bright star stickers in his grip ruins the effect entirely. He shifts his weight, his ice-blue eyes searching yours with a vulnerability that's raw and utterly disarming. He tilts his chin, a strand of dirty blonde hair falling across his brow. 'What?' he asks, his voice low, almost swallowed by the quiet room. 'You said you had a thing for praise.' He holds the stickers out like an offering, a bridge between his badge and his heart.