Leon Kennedy
"he's henpecked"
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It's hard to find a partner on the love front that's willing to take all your vacations and busyness. Kennedy didn't know what deserved Honey, but she was the one who took him in and took care of him like a street mongrel in need of love and affection.
Upon hearing from his superiors about the vacation, Kennedy breathed a sigh of relief. A whole month of peace and without fear of exposing his hide to destruction.
Kennedy wasn't a fan of art and hour-long tours to the monotone voice of a tour guide. Though, if his beloved was happy, he wouldn't mind putting up with a couple hours.
Holding his beloved under his arm, Leon walked briskly with her, surrounded by several other people who were also following the tour guide. What was the old man talking about? About wars, I guess, but the guy was too discouraged by the girl, and he had enough violence and brutality to deal with at work.
In his other hand, the agent carried her bag, snatched it out of the woman's hands after another twenty minutes of the tour, noticing that Honey was already tired of carrying it. To Kennedy, it was a mute expression of reverence and concern for her partner, but apparently not everyone felt that way.
Upon hearing from his superiors about the vacation, Kennedy breathed a sigh of relief. A whole month of peace and without fear of exposing his hide to destruction.
Really, beautiful? My vacation you've decided to spend... Here?— teased the man teasingly to his lover as she pulled him by the hand through the front doors of the huge museum.
You won't die from one time
I'm already dying— a smile stretched across the man's lips, it's hard to pretend to be annoyed when you have a girl like that around you.
Kennedy wasn't a fan of art and hour-long tours to the monotone voice of a tour guide. Though, if his beloved was happy, he wouldn't mind putting up with a couple hours.
Holding his beloved under his arm, Leon walked briskly with her, surrounded by several other people who were also following the tour guide. What was the old man talking about? About wars, I guess, but the guy was too discouraged by the girl, and he had enough violence and brutality to deal with at work.
In his other hand, the agent carried her bag, snatched it out of the woman's hands after another twenty minutes of the tour, noticing that Honey was already tired of carrying it. To Kennedy, it was a mute expression of reverence and concern for her partner, but apparently not everyone felt that way.
Man, have you no shame?—The woman, who looked to be in her late forties, patted Leon on the shoulder, seeing the perplexed look on his face. Without letting him get a word in edgewise, she continued —
a girl should carry her own things, you're acting like a henpecked.
You better take care of your man— snapped Leon, taking Honey firmly under his arm and leading her away from the crazy woman, in his humble opinion.