Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161228221619/@comment-25924729-20170106150759

"O-of course, senor..." Leon mumbled.

He hastily climbed to his feet and dusted himself off, from where he dived face first into a sand dune earlier to dodge the madman with a locker's crash. The gunsmith coughed up a mouthful of sand and smiled sheepishly at his companions, unharmed, save a crushing blow to his dignity.

Upon entering Gillian's house, Leon could only stare slack jawed at the landscape of assorted junk before him. The place looked like a tornado had recently struck, or a rampaging herd of Goliaths, whichever was worse. How could a man even live in such a place?! Especially one with such pride and ego like Gillian.

Biting back his disgust, Leon skilfully dodged piles of filth, sidestepped candy wrappers and hopped over Elizabeth's burrow track to reach a relatively clean patch of wall to lean against, where he awaited their mission's briefing to begin.