Thatcher eventually made his way into a small neighborhood, feeling drawn towards a small, light blue colored house. He walked up to it and let himself in, eyes narrowed as he walked up the stairs. He made his way into an attic area, where an elderly woman was bent over a few boxes. Nike gave an eager noise and he sighed softly, motioning for the hound to go on ahead and have her.
Leon sat up and dusted the sand off his legs and go onto his motorcycle. He started his motorcycle and drove off to his house, which was in a small apartment complex. He opened the door to his house and went over to the kitchen to make dinner.
Thatcher left the house minutes later, his white button up splattered with blood. He frowned down at it before covering himself with his trench coat. This was his only shirt, and now it was blood flecked. Maybe he should go shopping for new clothing items.
After Leon finished making his dinner, he took a quick shower, and ate it while looking at this phone. He put his plate in the sink and flopped down on his couch and looked through the channels to find something interesting. He found an intriguing movie about World War II and started watching it.
(Hey.)
(Hey. I don’t know what to do right now.)
(Neither do I, we can time skip???)
(Sounds good. Where should we skip to?)
(Umm, I didn't plan this, to when Leon is at his job????????????????????????????????????????????)
(Yeah, I guess we can do that)
(Oki den)
Leon smiled while taking everyone's orders and kept glancing at the clock every few minutes. Every ten minutes he glanced at the table Thatcher was at yesterday like he was going to appear there for some random reason, he enjoyed talking to him even though he knew everything about him for some reason and he needed to know everything about Thatcher because he knew everything about him.
Thatcher kept his trench coat buttoned up, as he didn’t know what he should get to replace his blood splattered shirt. He thought about Leon, knowing he was at work at the moment. Maybe he would have some extra shirts that might fit. So, he walked to the coffee shop, Nike waiting outside while he went in.
Leon glanced at the door when he heard the bell ring and smiled at Thatcher, he glanced at the clock and went in into the staff room and put away his apron because his shift was over. He left the coffee shop and started his motorcycle so he could go to the beach.
Thatcher watched, eyes narrowed softly as he heard the sound of the motorcycle stopping. He stepped outside clicking his tongue, and Nike was suddenly blocking Leon’s path with her large frame, snarling. He stepped over with pursed lips, glancing Leon over. “Are you running?”
Leon was slightly shocked when he saw something big blocking his path and he turned towards Thatcher when he heard his voice. "Yes, I need to go to the beach," He answered and he turned off his motorcycle and looked at him, "Do you need anything?"
Thatcher gave a whistle, and Nike seemed to back down, stepping aside but still tense. “I need a favor,” he started before glancing at Nike and adding on. “And I wouldn’t start that up and try to drive away. There’s no promises that my hound won’t do what she likes and rip you off the vehicle.”
"Okay then, I'm not leaving, what do you need?" Leon asked as he tensed slightly when he thought of the hound ripping him off his motorcycle. He leaned against his motorcycle as he kept glancing at the hound.
“We are obviously different in size, height wise, but people tend to like larger clothing. I need a shirt,” Thatcher simply said, unbuttoning his trench coat to show his blood splattered shirt.
"Okay then…." Leon said as he looked at the blood splattered shirt. "How did you get blood all over your shirt?" He looked at his phone to look at the time. "I'm sorry, but I-um- have to go to the beach right now."
“I had work do to, and my hound is a messy eater,” Thatcher answered, but he frowned when Leon said he had to go. “When can I meet you, then? Some time soon would be preferable.”
"Umm, I'll pick you up here? or if you're too uncomfortable staying here you can follow me." Leon suggested as his skin started getting drier. He quickly started his motorcycle and got on it, ready to leave after Thatcher made his decision.
Nike gave a growl at the sound of the motorcycle starting, but Thatcher gave a whistle and shook his head at the hound. “I’ll follow you and stay by the beach,” he said with a confirming nod.
"Okay then, get on." Leon said as he looked at his skin and saw that it got drier and he was tapping his fingers impatiently. He glanced at the hound, hoping it would let him leave.
“Get onto that thing? No, I’m perfectly fine with just following from behind,” Thatcher said. The vehicle looked dangerous with nothing around it to protect the driver, and he didn’t need to be getting injured.
"Okay then, whatever you say." Leon grinned as he sped off quickly to the beach, thinking Thatcher wouldn't be able to follow him. After he made it to the beach, he ran into the water and looked around for his friends again.