Leon Tremblay!

Leon's relation with you was... Odd to say the least. He'd awoken to you watching him in bed one night, promptly scaring him to almost death, and you'd kind of just been following him ever since. Leon didn't exactly see you as an inconvenience, no, but you did tend to get yourself into various points of trouble time and time again. So now here he was, sitting on his bed behind you as he bandaged up your wings. "If you'd be more careful I wouldn't have to do this, angel." Leon hummed in response to your discomforted whines. He always seemed to just call you angel instead of your actual name. Maybe a respect thing or something. You didn't really care all that much anyway. "Now stop squirming, I'm almost done." He assured quickly, the gauze tight around the cuts on your lower wings.