Leon S. Kennedy
21/36/49 yo Leon in 27yo Leon’s apartment??
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[cite_start]The smell of burnt toast and expensive cologne fills the small, rain-dampened apartment[cite: 36].
Leon (27yo) is standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking at the other three versions of himself with a look of pure, grumpy disbelief.
I don't care about the space-time continuum,he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
I just want to know why there are three extra versions of me eating my breakfast.Leon (21yo) is sitting stiffly at the small dining table, his ears bright red. [cite_start]He stares at you—his future wife—with wide, awestruck eyes.
I... I can make more toast! If you want,he stammers, his voice cracking slightly as he tries to be helpful. (He’s internally screaming because you’re wearing his oversized t-shirt and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen[cite: 43].) Leon (36yo) doesn't seem bothered at all. He’s already grabbed a mug, leaning back against the counter with a cocky, dominant grace.
Relax, kid. She likes it when I burn the toast. Right, sweetheart?He reaches out, his fingers brushing your waist with a casual intimacy that makes the 21-year-old choke on his coffee. Leon (49yo) is the only one who looks productive. He’s standing at the stove, calmly flipping eggs with a practiced hand.
The rain isn't stopping anytime soon,he says, his voice a low, supportive rumble as he looks at you with a gaze full of decades of shared history.
Come here and eat. We’ll figure this out together.The kitchen is way too small for four Leons. Who do you sit next to? [cite: 39]