Who: Leon, Sharon and Major What: A tea-party at Leon's Where: Leon's cheap motel room When: [Backdated] Sunday evening Rating/Warning: Low/none? Leon usually has a bit of a mouth on him. Will update if needed Status: Closed | In-Progress
Leon would hardly consider the motel he was staying at ‘home,’ but as he’d been living out of cheap motel rooms (and, occasionally, under bridges or in shelters) for the last ten years, it was about as much of as a home as he was used to. He didn’t know what he’d do with the mound of local newspapers he’d been collecting - dated as far back as he could find them - but he did sweep the pile of empty beer cans from his counter into a garbage bag and hid the research he’d started doing into The Ruler and everyone else that was in charge here under his pillow. Thank god for maid service, because he was sure otherwise clean up would have taken ten times as long.
It had been a very long time since he’d had people over. Laying down roots wasn’t something that was possible when Leon left a country every time he caught a whiff of D somewhere else. Leon never had had much use for people, even before he left LA and the only life he’d known. And so, for the last ten years, the closest he'd come to any kind of human relationship was questioning people about D's location.
But if he was actually stuck in a place, then it might not be such a bad idea to meet some people. And it was entirely possible that he might actually have to find an apartment or something to live in. It was going to take some adjusting to get used to being stuck in one location.
And that started with a basket full of goodies, some hot tea, and some cold beer. He laid the basket out on the table and started brewing the tea as he waited for his guests, wondering what D would be doing to throw a ‘proper’ tea party, and then realizing he really didn’t care that much and if D had a problem with the way Leon was doing things, well then, he could come to Preya himself and tell Leon in person.