Post by Leon Strife on Dec 30, 2022 0:03:06 GMT -5
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The sound of the motor roared with each subtle step of the pedal. A shift in the gear that jerked the vehicle smoothly from light to light with narrowed eyes that beamed up and into the rear view mirror. With thoughts of what was to be casual or uniform when going out on the town with an estranged CEO, who undoubtedly had a closet full of skeletons of her own, what the Bount thought of what was actually proper for the evening? A light breeze rolled through the opened windown, Leon basked in the newly brightened lights of the coming night to what was going to be their meeting time. A blonde whose hair could very much be light itself when waltzing down the busy streets of downtown Karakura, what the Bount felt was the sense of uneasiness that came from "going out" with another person; let alone the opposite sex.
Leon's dropped and popped with the music that distracted him from his own clammy hands that grew only tense as the time was soon upon him. Was it instinct that made the man review himself over and over again? What was left of his hair after a clean buzzed cut made his scalp appear as though it was shaven completely, with only his natural bronze skin to show for it. Trimmed facial hair that lined the Bounts jawline from sideburn to sideburn that could only be complimented with the slender line of hair that linked over his lip to his moustache. He cleaned the edges with an obessive gaze, something that he usually never did. Was he actually this nervous? For pete-sake you are starting to give me a migraine with all this pacing around. A welcomed distraction if anything, at least taking Leon out of his mental nagging of what he could have done better.
Air passed along his sides as the wheels of the black 1975s Dodge Charger purred along with the engine when turning the corner, and eyes beaming out towards the addressed given. He tucked at the folded collar of his checkered beige shirt as if to make it appear more formal than what could be made possible. The first buttons from the bottom and top of the man's shirt were kept undone, leaving the small v-cut white undershirt exposed with nothing but the gold chain from his previous life time. From what he had on him to his transition into life in Karakura, what he had on was the best attire he could strounge up from his entire waredrobe. The black slimmed jeans and lightly tanned boots were the most decent among the rest, primarily work related garbs aside from what he had on. Leon was not what someone would call a "fancy" dresser, nor would this be referred to as a intimate meet up, but rather something casual as they first agreed on. So, why are you so nervous? You are making my head hurt so much with all this worry.
Even Leon did not know why. Plain and simple as to the reason, yet not wanting to admit to it himself. His fingers ran down the side of his neck and against its backside out of habit, trying to find the comfort that it usually brought to him. Trying to pass the time with sweaty palms running the down the seams of his jeans. Leon was not cut out for "normal" excursions, as much as a fluke as the beach event was. More like being swept away in the moment. Damn it. The car came to halt as the meeting place was only but at his side, with the Bount embracing the wide open space with the on coming traffic parallel to him. He wanted to arrive a bit early to have himself to be somewhat mentally prepared for their outing, with the constant checking of his breath to once again touching his folded collar. Checking his teeth. Combing his hai- You don't have any there Oh, right.
The Bount had come against quite a few challenges in his life that were life threatening, so why did this meet up make him so knotted up? With hands in his pockets to keep their antics underwraps, the Bount leaned against his car, and waited for what was to come.