Once, when I was chilling with my best friend she parted my hair because having it fall in my face bothered her. She then proceeded to laugh for a solid fifteen minutes, then choke on her drink because apparently I look “just like Leon Kennedy when he was a pretty twink.”
Thanks dude, that really helps me out with my self esteem issues.
Emil rounded the street corner only to see Leon jump up from the bench in front of the Ben and Jerry’s.
“Emil! Like how are you?” he said in greeting.
“I’m good,” Emil replied, “ what abo-” but he was cut off as Leon yammered on at a fast pace.
“Good, good. Okay, listen, this total hunk and his friend walked in to get some ice cream just before you got here, and I know you’re not great at the whole wing man thing, but I need you to help me get his number.”
Emil gawked at his friend.
“Jesus christ Leon, I know you’re desperate, but are you really going to try and pick people up at an ice cream parlor? If you’re looking for a date then go to a gay bar or something.”