[ It's been about five months since everything went down in Valdelobos with Los Iluminados. And for the survivors, life went on, as it does. Even for those who weren't supposed to survive.
After making a full recovery from his unfortunate run-in with a particularly unhinged Major, Luis dove in headfirst into researching "the Amber" — the sample Ada had taken back from Saddler, the sample he was so desperate to keep away from others so he could study it and ultimately counter it. And while his research is fruitful at first, there's only so much he can do with the equipment they have.
Fortunately, Ada receives intel on a facility in Clarksville, Virginia that has been long since abandoned, but still likely has just the right equipment that Luis has been looking for. Incidentally, it's only a few hours from Washington, DC, where one Leon S. Kennedy so happens to live.
Which is why, just a few days before Christmas, Luis Navarro — not to be confused with Luis Serra Navarro, of course, because they're completely different people in the eyes of the law — knocks on Leon's door, wearing his finest Christmas sweater. He rocks back and forth on his feet with a hum as he waits. ]
[if there's one thing that Spain did to help Leon out, it was prove himself and his loyalty. He may not have received any public recognition or awards, but he's never wanted those in the first place. And having the trust and respect of the president means a whole lot more than a piece of paper.
It means the leash is loosened considerably. It's a day after a mission but Leon is still home, because he was given actual days off. When he protested he was told he earned them and to take what he could, plus the day or two to recover first. He was at a loss then and he is now, because he has no idea what he's supposed to do with it.
He's sat on his couch, flipping through the channels and trying to find something to fill the silence of his apartment when there's a knock. It could be a neighbor, but he's pretty sure they all have realized by now that he's never home. It could be another agent, which is kind of what he's hoping for.
Either way, he gets up to answer the door, picking up his gun along the way because it doesn't matter who it is, he has a healthy sense of paranoia. He holds it behind his back as he pulls open the door, his tone polite and almost friendly for all of two seconds] Can I help—. . .
[instead of any of the other options, he's staring wide-eyed into the face of a dead man]
[Sometimes, the stars align. The equipment and Leon are in the same general vicinity, and that makes life easier. Ada doesn't trust that this will be a halk in the park. And as much as she'd like to think she can handle keeping Luis alive and loading the gear into the SUV they've brought along with them, she knows she'll need help. Leon's help.
She announces her presence from behind Leon, as if she's always been somewhere in the depths of his apartment.]
Merry Christmas.
[The sound of the television would have been enough to mask her entry, but she thinks Luis is doing a good job of keeping Leon distracted. The gun at his back isn't a concern. He won't shoot her.]
Got a minute? We need to talk.
[Don't ask about the hideous Christmas sweater she has on. You'll be joining the club once she's certain you're not having a heart attack, Leon.]
[he tenses up at the sound of Ada's voice behind him, but he doesn't move other than to turn his head enough to look over his shoulder at her.
Jesus Christ, she's wearing a sweater, too.
There isn't a word for the brief rush of feelings that flood through him, some playing out on his face. All before he settles on annoyed, because that's easier to deal with right away than anything else.
One more moment, where he has to stare at Luis standing there. And then he reaches out to grab him by the front of his stupid sweater to drag him into the apartment, just barely stopping himself from slamming the door]
[he does let go as soon as Ada says something, jerking his hand back like he was burned. His tone doesn't change, but something in his expression softens just a bit when he looks to her.
There's something incredibly hilarious about the two people standing in his apartment both being people he thought he failed to save. He almost wants to laugh.
Instead, he looks between the two of them again and just. Turns to head back into his living room, gun stuffed into the back of his pants]
I could have sworn I didn't hit my head yesterday but now I'm not so sure. I don't think I'm drunk enough for this.
[ Once they've managed to load the cart in as well, Luis pushes the door shut and heads over to the driver's seat, hopping in. He glances up in the windshield to get a good look at Ada. ]
[ He shrugs, starting the car, and backs out, carefully getting them back over to the main road. ]
It's a couple towns over. Should be . . . twenty minutes.
[ Twenty minutes as long as he doesn't speed, anyway. And he doesn't, since they've got an injured Ada and sensitive gear in the back. The last thing they need is to get pulled over. ]
[Leon hums in understanding and clicks his seatbelt on. But instead of leaning against the door to look out the window, he turns in his seat enough to watch Ada, every so often glancing up at Luis, too.
The adrenaline crash later is gonna be something else this time]
I'm staring at Luis, too, don't think you're that special.
[wow, don't call him out. His response is immediate and appropriately sarcastic. But if she's saying things like that - fine, he'll sit properly. And side-eye the radio]
That's probably not true, because Ada is Ada and who even knows about Leon. But Luis is the first to extract himself from bed. The first thing he does after washing his face is take stock of Leon's refrigerator. Needless to say, he is . . . not impressed. He snatches up Leon's house keys and slips out quietly. On their way in, he'd made note of a store nearby — he could be there and back fairly quickly.
It's not a big grocery run, just a few essentials and whatnot so Luis can at least make them a decent breakfast. Eggs, bacon, orange juice, a few grocery store croissants that he thoroughly judges before shrugging and just going with it — nothing fancy by any means. As he heads to the checkout, he passes by a few Christmas items and, with a grin, tosses them in his cart.
Which is why when Luis returns maybe twenty minutes later, he has one bag full of food and the other bag full of Christmas. Immediately, he heads towards the kitchen to get started on scrambling up some eggs. ]
[Leon doesn't stir until Luis returns. He's not normally such a deep sleeper, but for some strange mysterious reason he got some decent sleep, what a shock. But he hears the door and groans into the pillow, then carefully and quietly drags himself out of bed. Ada is probably awake, but he makes sure not to disturb her too much anyway, because he's a gentleman.
He is not a morning person when he doesn't have to be, so finding Luis in the kitchen cooking takes a moment or two to sink in]
[his eyebrows furrow, glancing at the bags and then to Luis]
You didn't have to go shopping by yourself. [it's half-mumbled into his hand as he rubs at his face and shuffles into the kitchen. He'll stay out of the way, he's just looking for his stash of coffee to make]
merry christmas ya filthy animal.
After making a full recovery from his unfortunate run-in with a particularly unhinged Major, Luis dove in headfirst into researching "the Amber" — the sample Ada had taken back from Saddler, the sample he was so desperate to keep away from others so he could study it and ultimately counter it. And while his research is fruitful at first, there's only so much he can do with the equipment they have.
Fortunately, Ada receives intel on a facility in Clarksville, Virginia that has been long since abandoned, but still likely has just the right equipment that Luis has been looking for. Incidentally, it's only a few hours from Washington, DC, where one Leon S. Kennedy so happens to live.
Which is why, just a few days before Christmas, Luis Navarro — not to be confused with Luis Serra Navarro, of course, because they're completely different people in the eyes of the law — knocks on Leon's door, wearing his finest Christmas sweater. He rocks back and forth on his feet with a hum as he waits. ]
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It means the leash is loosened considerably. It's a day after a mission but Leon is still home, because he was given actual days off. When he protested he was told he earned them and to take what he could, plus the day or two to recover first. He was at a loss then and he is now, because he has no idea what he's supposed to do with it.
He's sat on his couch, flipping through the channels and trying to find something to fill the silence of his apartment when there's a knock. It could be a neighbor, but he's pretty sure they all have realized by now that he's never home. It could be another agent, which is kind of what he's hoping for.
Either way, he gets up to answer the door, picking up his gun along the way because it doesn't matter who it is, he has a healthy sense of paranoia. He holds it behind his back as he pulls open the door, his tone polite and almost friendly for all of two seconds] Can I help—. . .
[instead of any of the other options, he's staring wide-eyed into the face of a dead man]
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She announces her presence from behind Leon, as if she's always been somewhere in the depths of his apartment.]
Merry Christmas.
[The sound of the television would have been enough to mask her entry, but she thinks Luis is doing a good job of keeping Leon distracted. The gun at his back isn't a concern. He won't shoot her.]
Got a minute? We need to talk.
[Don't ask about the hideous Christmas sweater she has on. You'll be joining the club once she's certain you're not having a heart attack, Leon.]
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[ Luis lifts a hand and waves, a smile on his face. He thought this would be more awkward, but it's a little funny. The sweaters help. ]
Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to let me in?
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Jesus Christ, she's wearing a sweater, too.
There isn't a word for the brief rush of feelings that flood through him, some playing out on his face. All before he settles on annoyed, because that's easier to deal with right away than anything else.
One more moment, where he has to stare at Luis standing there. And then he reaches out to grab him by the front of his stupid sweater to drag him into the apartment, just barely stopping himself from slamming the door]
What the hell. [is all he manages to get out]
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[No, he's perfectly healed up since Spain, but it's her way of warning Leon to ease up. But he's a good boy. She knows she won't need to intervene.]
He was a pain in the ass to get out alive. Don't ruin my hard work.
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Hey, my tinsel—
[ It's not a real protest. Luis just grins back at Leon. ]
Come on, it took me forever to pick out this sweater.
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There's something incredibly hilarious about the two people standing in his apartment both being people he thought he failed to save. He almost wants to laugh.
Instead, he looks between the two of them again and just. Turns to head back into his living room, gun stuffed into the back of his pants]
I could have sworn I didn't hit my head yesterday but now I'm not so sure. I don't think I'm drunk enough for this.
[Leon you haven't been drinking]
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She motions for Luis to go after him, first. She'll follow. Best let the boys talk, and Luis...
Well, he's a little nicer than she is, most days.]
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hohoho, it's almost seedy motel time.
Then get better ones that I cannot ruin.
[ Once they've managed to load the cart in as well, Luis pushes the door shut and heads over to the driver's seat, hopping in. He glances up in the windshield to get a good look at Ada. ]
Need anything?
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He tugs off his gloves and tosses them to the floor of the passenger side as he gets in, though he pauses for Ada's answer]
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[She needs to go, is what she needs. Ada drapes her good arm over her eyes to block out the world that threatens to make her head throb.]
Worry about me once we get to the motel.
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It's a couple towns over. Should be . . . twenty minutes.
[ Twenty minutes as long as he doesn't speed, anyway. And he doesn't, since they've got an injured Ada and sensitive gear in the back. The last thing they need is to get pulled over. ]
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The adrenaline crash later is gonna be something else this time]
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[Twenty minutes. She can do that. She focuses on her breathing.
After a few minutes, without removing her arm from her eyes, she scoffs.]
Are you going to stare at me the whole drive? I'm not dying.
[She's far too irritated to die.]
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Cheery Christmas music starts playing. ]
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[wow, don't call him out. His response is immediate and appropriately sarcastic. But if she's saying things like that - fine, he'll sit properly. And side-eye the radio]
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That's probably not true, because Ada is Ada and who even knows about Leon. But Luis is the first to extract himself from bed. The first thing he does after washing his face is take stock of Leon's refrigerator. Needless to say, he is . . . not impressed. He snatches up Leon's house keys and slips out quietly. On their way in, he'd made note of a store nearby — he could be there and back fairly quickly.
It's not a big grocery run, just a few essentials and whatnot so Luis can at least make them a decent breakfast. Eggs, bacon, orange juice, a few grocery store croissants that he thoroughly judges before shrugging and just going with it — nothing fancy by any means. As he heads to the checkout, he passes by a few Christmas items and, with a grin, tosses them in his cart.
Which is why when Luis returns maybe twenty minutes later, he has one bag full of food and the other bag full of Christmas. Immediately, he heads towards the kitchen to get started on scrambling up some eggs. ]
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He is not a morning person when he doesn't have to be, so finding Luis in the kitchen cooking takes a moment or two to sink in]
The fuck are you doin'?
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The empty bed isn't really that appealing.
But she'll give the boys a few moments.]
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[ Luis shrugs his shoulders, nudging the eggs about with a spatula. ]
Figured I'd go with something safe this morning.
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You didn't have to go shopping by yourself. [it's half-mumbled into his hand as he rubs at his face and shuffles into the kitchen. He'll stay out of the way, he's just looking for his stash of coffee to make]
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Slowly, she sits up and rubs her face. Pinches her cheeks.
Not a fever dream.]
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[ He grins over his shoulder at Leon. ]
I got the bare essentials.
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