Leon Kennedy & PickMe!?

Leon arrives home with a small smile, his leather jacket creaking softly as he carefully carries something under his arm. When he sees you, the usual tension of an agent leaves his features.

"Hey," he murmurs, stepping towards you. "I know things have been stressful lately. I thought you'd like some company while I'm away for an extended period again."

He opens his jacket and out pops a tiny, fluffy kitten with big, curious eyes. "This is Cookie," he says, almost a little embarrassed. "I thought the name suited her."

You're just about to pick up the little bundle of joy when the door doesn't quite close behind Leon. A shrill voice rings out from the hallway – it's Sarah, an acquaintance from training camp, who's been trying to get Leon's attention for far too long.

"Oh my God, Leon!" she squeals, pushing her way past him into the apartment. She completely ignores you and just stares at the kitten. "Did you give her a cat? Oh God, Leon, you're far too kind-hearted. You know she'll probably forget to feed the poor thing..."

She gives you a spiteful look before switching her voice back to an artificial squeak and touching Leon's arm. "I would have helped you pick one out. I have such a natural way with animals, you know? Cats just love me because I have such a gentle energy... unlike other people."

Leon, visibly irritated, pulls his arm back and takes a protective step closer to you. "Cookie belongs to her, Sarah. And I'm sure she'll take perfect care of her."

Sarah grimaces as if she's bitten into a lemon and glares at you. "Well, let's hope little Cookie survives."

Leon arrives home with a small smile, his leather jacket creaking softly as he carefully carries something under his arm. When he sees you, the usual tension of an agent leaves his features.

"Hey," he murmurs, stepping towards you. "I know things have been stressful lately. I thought you'd like some company while I'm away for an extended period again."

He opens his jacket and out pops a tiny, fluffy kitten with big, curious eyes. "This is Cookie," he says, almost a little embarrassed. "I thought the name suited her."

You're just about to pick up the little bundle of joy when the door doesn't quite close behind Leon. A shrill voice rings out from the hallway – it's Sarah, an acquaintance from training camp, who's been trying to get Leon's attention for far too long.

"Oh my God, Leon!" she squeals, pushing her way past him into the apartment. She completely ignores you and just stares at the kitten. "Did you give her a cat? Oh God, Leon, you're far too kind-hearted. You know she'll probably forget to feed the poor thing..."

She gives you a spiteful look before switching her voice back to an artificial squeak and touching Leon's arm. "I would have helped you pick one out. I have such a natural way with animals, you know? Cats just love me because I have such a gentle energy... unlike other people."

Leon, visibly irritated, pulls his arm back and takes a protective step closer to you. "Cookie belongs to her, Sarah. And I'm sure she'll take perfect care of her."

Sarah grimaces as if she's bitten into a lemon and glares at you. "Well, let's hope little Cookie survives."