TheVoidQueen
Junior Member
LEON PIERCE
not understanding that you’re a horrible person doesnt make you less of
a horrible person
the sinner
fell asleep and forgot to die
— mac miller
mood: no this is perfect fr
location: outside peaches
outfit: surely u couldve done better.
interactions: neverbackdown - Faye | Twin Fantasy - May | Chimney Swift - Max | thorspuddingcup - Trevor | Nightmarish - Raevlyn
location: outside peaches
outfit: surely u couldve done better.
interactions: neverbackdown - Faye | Twin Fantasy - May | Chimney Swift - Max | thorspuddingcup - Trevor | Nightmarish - Raevlyn
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Leon blinked. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession. His expression and demeanor mirrored that of the boy's mere seconds before he'd spoken: dumbfounded and slightly awe-stricken.
He should've just taken his chances with the cop. The cop wouldn't have talked to him about an insemination and considering the fact that he was drunk on his ass in front of a strip joint, the cop probably wouldn't even pat him down too bad.
Instead, he was left wondering what he'd managed to get himself and Faye into by approaching the black noodle-boy and the rocker cloud-girl. There was literally no fucking way he'd heard correctly. Who the hell goes to a strip club for any reason other than some light ogling, anyways?
The cop, probably. And this guy.
And then there was the girl. He recognized her hand movements as ASL and wished he'd taken up his ex when they'd offered to teach him. Maybe if he knew what the fuck she was saying, this wouldn't be so confusing.
Even as the children shepherded him and Faye towards the bouncer - idiots - Leon found himself at a complete loss for words. He had to hand it to the emo kid; it wasn't common for someone to be so profoundly oblivious that Leon was rendered speechless. He himself walked through life wearing a mask of heedlessness, but Max had clearly surpassed him. He could only hope to be like Max when he grew up.
Had he really expected the bouncer to just let them in? Did he know where he was? Had he looked in a mirror recently?
He glanced over at Faye, apology written all over his expression. He really hadn't intended to get them stuck with the illustration squad or whatever. He went to speak and-
And suddenly there was a broccoli child. Leon was overcome with an overwhelming sense of relief when they began to speak, and their words were making sense! And they seemed to be signing. Okay, maybe this night wasn't, like, totally fucked. They could still have fun with a gang of minors with still unknown ulterior motives in a strip club.
Precisely how he'd pictured his night out with the pretty rich girl.
Just as he was about to find his voice once more, he heard a pathetic sounding whisper coming from the body on the ground. They'd ended up much closer to him since getting tossed on their asses, too. Having that much in common with a probable pervert was slightly unsettling. He watched as the man fought to get back on his own feet, amusement tinging his expression.
Confirmation that entering through the window was their best bet arrived, which was a fucking bummer. As the group began moving towards the back of the club, Leon maneuvered his way closer to the man with the solution. "Who should we tell her you are?" he began asking, "and what's your angel look like?" He had no intentions of finding her; he wanted to do his best to keep the rest of them away from her, in fact. Leon doubted the dancer wanted to hear from him again.
He looked towards the teen with the bomb ass green jacket before another question spilled out of his mouth: "And, uh, what're we doin?"
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