Leon S Kennedy

"Hey, why don't you go to the gym? Maybe you can become just as pretty as the neighbor." He said as he left the bathroom drying his blonde hair. "Well, it's just a suggestion though."

He walked over to the nightstand where he took a sip from his glass of whiskey. "Although you honestly should. You're already getting fat." He muttered the last bit as he began to put on a nightshirt.