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[Resident Evil RP] Old World

There was a lot on Leon's mind shortly after Ada left as would he when he had to go to that interview he was supposed to have gone to. Some of which was what Ada really had to say to him in regards to what she was doing back here even after all was said and done back on the island before it was blown to shambles. When the interview was done, stating that he had a prior engagement that he had to attend to, the first place he headed back to was back upstairs to his room to prepare himself for the event that was taking place later tonight down in the library.

After taking what he needed - his signature knife and familiar 9mm handgun - out of one of attache cases he came with (because after all, one can never be too careful in this day and age), he strapped the handgun to his holster near his waist on his right side and placed the small eight-inch blade in its respective sheath near his left shoulder before throwing the jacket back on to cover them. To say that me might be expecting trouble would be a moot point, for in his line of work as a Special Agent it was always this very familiar mantra that has kept him alive ever since. Expect the unexpected. Corny? Yes, but it stuck with him.

After stepping out of his room, he headed downstairs to the basement library with a calm look in his eyes, heaving a quiet sigh to himself as he walked on. A few short minutes passed before he stopped in front of the library doors down in the basement, looking from side to side making for certain that he wasn't followed. Once he felt that it was "safe", according to what he believed, he opened the library door and allowed himself inside then shut it behind him with an audible thump.

"Ada?" Leon's voice rang out in the dimly lit room. "It's only me." He added as he glanced around from side to side once more, wondering where she could possibly be in this dusty old place. For all intents and purposes, she could've possibly disappeared yet again. Figures. She's probably not here or I'm early. He thought as he walked around library, his boots offering a cadence as he moved about, passing through the various books here.
 
Her steps were completely silent. The gun was held up parallel to her body with her finger on the trigger and her palm steadying it, ready to fire at any given moment. It was completely natural, to be in a stance that was highly attuned to every rustle and cue, ready to react at a moment’s notice. There were more sounds at hand when one stopped to listen, but she held enough restraint and discernment not to aim in the direction of every stray echo.

The rain crowded and drowned out most of the sounds in a quiet and constant roar. It dimmed the talk that turned to whispers from the guest who couldn't quite sleep yet. They were actually beginning to talk about some sort of gala. The exclusive kind where champagne and dresses attempted to mimic the excess of the past. The rain also muffled the creaking around the room, mostly from the old wooden shelves that groaned constantly beneath the weight of the same books they had borne for centuries. Ada swept her way up and down the aisles like a crimson specter without her color, finding the same hollow that she had come in with, making sure to check what little she could see of the dark ceiling above. It was a wonder how she could possible see anything at all. The only light came from the nonexistent navy glow at the upper tips of the window. She remembered enough of the layout from her time basking in the shadows of the lantern.

If the sound had been created by anything she had in mind, than a lack of light would be more helpful than the presence of one. She had just begun to think that the pending situation could be dismissed when it came again, this time closer. She could smell it. It was mold and dust and decay. Everything familiar. The faded wooden floor beneath her heels slipped on something that may or may not have been rain, and the moment one more indication of sound gave away a direction....

That thump was definitely caused by the door. It also was the second sound she had heard, which meant that it wasn't the first. Before the fact had even been confirmed with a familiar voice, Ada had already turned around aimed her gun at the opening where the light filtered in from the hallway. The gun point rested upon the jagged rows of books along their shelves, despite being several rows over. Who knew if the bullet would make it through the shadows even if she did pull the trigger? It was better he didn't find out. She said hello and goodbye by gunpoint. Best not make it a habit to pull the trigger, too.

The breath she had held was able to exhale, slowly, once Leon decided to look around the room for himself before she decided to reply. She did so by making her way back to that lantern, lighting it again.
 
Silence was all that Leon got in reply as he continued to meander about through the library, looking through the books that resided therein. He wasn't big on silence, for it usually led trouble and trouble - as Leon put it to himself on a mental scale - was never something he was easy to cope with. His bootfalls would then begin to slow themselves down progressively with each step he took before slowly reaching to his right hip under the jacket and loosened the straps on his handgun then slid it out nice and slowly, looking from left to right in silence as his heart rate began to raise slightly with the feeling that something was amiss.

When he continued to hear nothing, Leon would then slowly lift the handgun up and held it with both hands near the right side of his head as his narrowed eyes continued to dart left to right with a look of suspicion on his face.

From out of the darkness and to his immediate left, Leon's eyes caught the glimmer of a lantern being lit. Shit! He thought before jumping back behind the bookcase he stepped out from and clenched his teeth tightly, thinking somebody else was there. He then extended both hands with the handgun outward then rounded the corner slowly as he came face to face with a different version of Ada's silhouette near the lantern, eventually giving off a sigh of relief.

"Christ. You had me going for a second." He said before lowering the weapon to his right side then placed it back in its holster. "Everything alright down here?" He then asked.
 
By shedding a bit of light upon the situation again, Ada was expecting the attention along with its reasonable reaction. She only glanced towards him while the pale shadow cast on his movement, waiting, when he had come out and around. It seemed that the habit of sneaking up on the man was a hard one to break, even when it wasn't exactly intentional.

"Sorry," Ada apologized lightly with a shrug, her own gun still in her right hand. "But for what it's worth, your entrance had my attention, too." Which might have implied that he had indeed been at gunpoint without knowing it. No harm, no foul, right?

"I think there was someone, or something, else in here just before you." Ada went on to tell him rather honestly. Was there really anything that was 'all right' or even remotely normal and safe in any ancient castle anymore? "Maybe it was just my imagination or a lost visitor. Or at least let's hope that's all it was. Have a look around." Whatever had been there had not used the entrance and exit that Leon had just come in from. After her sweeping of the floor in the dark, the quiet stillness that came over the room with the pair of them in the light, it was unlikely that the source of the sound was still there. Which meant there was another exit.
 
I had your attention too? Leon thought for a moment before glancing around the library, pondering who else could've been here at this hour of the night. Besides, most the guest that were here were retired to their rooms for the evening. When he couldn't find anything that was physically here aside from him and Ada, Leon only shook his head and shrugged his shoulders before he spoke. "I didn't see anyone or anything coming in nor was I followed." He said, keeping a wary-eyed gaze trained across the expanse of the room.

"We might as well have a look around. Besides, I think we're all too familiar to the layout of this place, given the many surprises it had." Leon remarked as his eyes continued to look around for a little while. If not for nothing, there was a strong possibility that here was someone who knew a little bit more about this place than they did. But who?

With that in mind, Leon's first course of action was to look through the various books, thinking that there might have been a hidden switch or trigger plate of some sort around here. However, he had to keep his wits about him, because according to Murphy's Law, anything that can go wrong can and will go wrong.
 
"Maybe it shouldn't be too surprising... If this place turned up with some new secrets. Or a few old ones," Ada thought out loud, checking the adjacent shelf along the wall where Leon had chosen to begin his search. If there really had been someone else in the room, they would have exited through the wall. All her walking around the shelves already showed that the floor was relatively solid.

Scrutinizing the spines of the tomes lined up, both at eye level, below, and above, amber eyes looked for any betraying hint. If one little thing was out of place, if the dust betrayed a set of fingertips, any mark at all. The entire endeavor might have seemed pointless and tedious if not for the fact that she knew what she had heard. Unfounded paranoia was no longer a viable hunch that bothered her anymore. Anyone would suffer from the sheer stress and frequency of it.

The longer they went without turning up a clue, Ada was beginning to think that it was nothing more than the old pains of the castle's groaning structure.

"Nothing. Any luck over there?"
 
Leon only continued to pass his hands over the various books of Spanish literature (some of which was really over his head) upuntil he spotted one particular book that had the familiar Los Illuminados insignia on it, causing him to stop near it and narrowed his eyes in contemplation.

That's a start. Leon thought to himself as he then made a slow and steady reach for the book then gripped it. But even as he held the book while it was still on the shelf, there was something about the book that seemed different about it. It felt significantly heavier than how most hardcover books, almost as if it was being weighed down. More importantly, the feel of the book didn't feel the exact same way most books were supposed to feel, too.

With a glance over to Ada before glancing back at to the object he held, Leon said, "I think I might have something for you." He stated in a quietly methodical voice before giving it a tug, pulling back years of dust and cobwebs in the process. Just as he previously thought, the book was actually a switch of some sort or another.

The next sound that was heard other than the clank of something hitting the wood from under the "book" he pulled, was the sound of stone sliding across the ground. Without a second thought, Leon would then make a grab for his handgun once more then held it up upwards once more before looking to Ada and giving her a silent nod of his head.
 
With his nod, the woman made her way over towards the source of the sound. It might have been strange that nothing rumbled or moved as a result of the mechanics before, when there had been another departing presence. Whether or not they had found the same portal or a different one, it was clear enough that there was something to go by now.

It was the same looking solid shelf that Ada walked to-- but the array of tomes that it held were tighter along one narrow section than the rest within the same row. It was a discrepancy that would have been difficult to see or find next to the multitude of other shelves. Even the lock was located in another section. The craftsmanship was remarkable in that no other hint was noticeable. The wood seemed to flow along one solid and complete panel. That was, until she pressed against the edge and the hidden pillar swiveled, appearing identical all the way around. She glimpsed the other side once where the wall of stone had moved behind it, and when she was certain that it was clear, stepped through with her gun up and out.

The shift in the atmosphere was abrupt. The library had been warm and almost humid due to the rain, filled with the scent of yellowing pages and dust. Here it was cooler with a slight chill. The walls and floor were stone with the distinct trickling of water some ways off. They were at the top of a small staircase which led down into a deeper abyss, curving past a corner where her light of her lantern didn't quite reach.

"Must be a part of some waterway." She observed dryly, wondering now if she really had been there before. They had seen enough sewers in their lifetimes. She glanced back towards him, knowing he was close, before going ahead.
 
The whole time that Ada was leading the way, Leon would then follow suit by stay at her back while at the same time remembered that danger could also come up from behind someone and kick you in the ass when you weren't looking. It was yet another familiar mantra that he had thought of along his travels and it served him just as well.

The whole time Leon stayed behind Ada, he would then turn his back towards her then slowed his steps down considerably so that his footsteps gave off little to no cadence as he glanced from side to side with his handgun held outward and steeled himself in preparation for any or all sudden movements. The last thing either one of them needed at this point as they prepared to enter the passageway through the moved bookshelf was someone or something getting the drop on them.

When Leon felt the atmosphere change from the warm and humid stench of the library to the chilled one of this area, Leon glanced over his right shoulder then looked upwards to the ceiling before looking straight ahead of him once more.

"Won't hurt to check it out, I assume?" Leon answered in a steady and quiet voice as he then turned back around and lowered the handgun to the side before heading off after her to at least keep up with the way the lantern was moving.
 
“Not unless there’s a crocodile down there.” Her evocation of the age old event apparently amused her enough to produce a short ‘hmph’ of laughter. If there were anything worse than giant tarantulas, that would be it. It was one particular event that he truly had saved her from, among others. Despite the jest, she kept her focus forward as they descended down the steps. She could hardly hear his footfalls on the stair behind her over her own silent treading. The oil lantern hung from a hand, weapon at the ready and braced above it.

“Looks familiar,” she decided after a flight must have descended a level, “They all do.” The longer the abyss extended, the less she expected to find. Whoever had been in the library with her likely knew their way around and had fled quickly. They were likely a ways off by then.

Eventually the pair made it to the bottom. There were still no additional lights, artificial or medieval, that kept the pitch black at bay. The floor was uneven and damp, as were the walls, the low ceiling. They framed a small, dark, canal that ran through the center. It seemed that the underground moat was carved directly out of the ground some centuries ago. Who knew what unfortunate servants were assigned the task, and how often there was a cave in. The smell was remarkably neutral, wet stones and mildew. The water wasn’t stagnant, so whatever waste had been there had likely passed through to where ever it flowed and led.

Ada followed along one path until it split into two and she finally paused from her pressing forward to wait back by his side. “Pick one.”
 
The mere mention of a crocodile made Leon remember back to Raccoon City during their run through the sewers. In all honesty, that was the last thing he needed to be reminded of as indicated by a slightly irked reaction on his face. I needed to hear that like I needed a bullet hole in my head. He thought as he continued to keep by Ada's back while glancing down the side of the stairs.

"Haven't they always looked familiar to either of us?" Leon stated as then reached the bottom of the steps with her then followed her through the damp and uneven floored corridor up until the road split off into separate paths. At that point, Leon reached to his waist under his coat where he had kept a flashlight on hand then pointed it ahead of him after turning it on. It wasn't much in terms of shedding light, but at least he knew that it would provide him with a means of keeping an eye on whatever it was ahead of him.

"One of us going a different way or the both of us going one way?" Leon asked, looking at her with an arched eyebrow.
 
The light that he cast strayed from the diffuse glow of the lantern, not able to assimilate with or capture it as a glow of its own. Next to the thick dark, even light was all too easy to be lost in.

At his prompt, Ada looked to return his gaze with underlying surprise. The curve of her lips and quirk of her own brow answered for her if habit's dictation alone had not been enough. It wasn't just a fork in the road that separated the pair. It was everything around them and the worlds they belonged to. Why should a little decision like this be any different? Some things changed, but not everything did.

"We'll catch up later." She told him as she walked, going to the left side closest to her. Networks like these always tended to run together again sooner or later.
 
Leon only watched as Ada left, sighing to himself once she was out of ear shot and muttered to himself, "There she goes again... And once more, I'm out here all alone." He said as he then took the right side this time, keeping the flashlight ahead of him as he walked onward, his boots giving off the same cadence he began with ever since coming down this way.

For the most part as he walked, there didn't appear to be anything of major importance, for it just appeared as though it was nothing more than just what Ada described to him fairly recently. However, he couldn't quite shake the feeling as he walked by himself that there was someone or something there with him. In all honesty, this sort of thing seemed to remind him of that strangely eerie feeling he had ever since Raccoon City, doubly when he walked down that corridor that led him across the upper floor of the rundown police station - which, in itself - slowly became a madhouse of mangled flesh and moaning amongst other things that did not need either reminding or remembrance. But here in this waterway, all he could see and hear in this area was nothing more than the unsettling silence and darkness all around him. It was in that silence that he could hear his own heartbeat raise slightly until he could hear it thudding into his ears and his breathing became somewhat shaky.

He had not gone more than 40 paces into the tunnel that something whisked by him at a great rate of speed and power, but whatever it was, it was just far too fast for him to clearly see given the limited radius the flashlight gave him. The resulting whoosh of wind would then force him off balance and dropped straight back to the ground with a thud on his rear and a grunt before looking all around, wondering just what in the fuck was that thing.

There was however, just one little problem. The room was now pitch black due to the flashlight's battery cover popped off and its D batteries that powered it had been emptied out onto the ground.

"Shit...!" Leon hissed to himself before turning back around and scurrying back the way he came at a full sprint, not wanting to stick around for long.
 
She liked to think that it was much better, working alone. There were no distractions. Her attentiveness and senses were at their height. There was no one to rely on, and thus no excuse for mistakes that may have occurred as a result of consequences not her own. It was such a hassle to have to take care of somebody else and pull their weight along with her own. Just watching Leon's ordeal with the president's daughter in tow was testament to that fact.

Still, she couldn't deny that Leon was capable. For all that he had insisted that they stay together, telling her not to run off on her own, working as a team, there were certain merits and situations she had been able to be pulled out of as a result. And she still repaid her debt, gratitude, nostalgia, or whatever it was that lingered, by helping to ensure his survival as well.

An old and empty waterway with a runaway visitor had been the least of her worries as far as splitting up went. Ada walked down the damp corridor with her light in one hand and her lantern in the other, seeing nothing but the same rough walls, hearing the drip and run of water, and with the essence of damp mud and wet stone permeating her senses. It wasn't until she came to another fork that she paused, looking around the wall of the path to find a third. Leon wasn't anywhere in sight and that wasn't too surprising. As soon as she had begun down the path next to the one she had emerged from, she caught a discrepancy in the patterns. The ceiling was higher, darker, and filled with a multitude of bats beginning to stir for their nightly hunts. Her breath stilled to keep out the stench as she backed out from the clutch's nest, focused on disturbing them as little as possible.

The moment she turned around to go another way, she noted a shadow which dropped down and swiped at her. The electric lantern bobbed and the shadows flickered on the walls, illuminating the giant winged vermin as she jumped back, a gun shot resounding with its screech. That was no normal creature. It barely doubled over at the shot embedded into its furred chest before lunging at her once more.

Through the multitude of sounds, the rest of the nest began to shriek and take flight, spiraling downwards to soon fill the tunnels. Ada fired again at the one in her path and dodged past it before the tip of its clawed wing knocked the lantern from her hand. Leaving it, the lingering reach of its glow snuffed out by the bodies crowding in behind her, the woman relied on her memory to take her to where they had come. Whenever she felt the hiss of her pursuers at her ear she would fire a shot back, lending bursts of light in sparks from her gun to take a freeze frame of the scenery.

It could have been anyone, or anything, that she had collided into in the dark, but she knew it was him by his scent, his form. Everything, really.

"Don't go left," she told him breathlessly. She had already grabbed his hand to pull him with her away from the way she had come and down the other aisle, using her other hand along the wall as a guide. Maybe it was the one he had just investigated, or another one completely. There was no time to bother with a slope of stairs that the things could sweep up upon. By that point, the more convoluted, the better. It sounded as if the beating of wings were everywhere in her ears.
 
It would only be a matter of time that trouble would soon start for someone and Leon felt as though he had entered the epicenter of it all once more. And trouble, he felt, was honestly the last thing on his mind. As he kept running at the same clip, Leon would then hear something coming his way once again. Then again, it wasn't so much as it was coming his way when it was more like in the very same direction he had heard it coming from. It sounded like it was going back a ways, but he could definitely hear the sounds of gunfire - two shots, to be precise - somewhere far off. It was the the only thing he could make out, but the sound was unmistakably clear. It was Ada's gun.

Great. Now it I got two problems to solve now. One, I gotta get out of wherever this hellhole is and find Ada along the way! He thought as he kept charging along with a head full of steam until something or someone slammed into him at about the same clip he had been running at, causing Leon to trip over the foot of something and crashed onto the side of his body and skidded a few extra feet.

Looking around, he could then make out a familiar scent; a female scent at that as according to the perfume he could smell. Even by the voice he heard, it was once again unmistakably clear.

"Fancy running into you." Leon answered back with a bit of sarcasm as he then picked himself off of the ground then glanced at her with the same look on his face despite it felt as though he had given himself a self-inflicted case of road rash. By then, he could then feel Ada's hand grip his own then led him down the same pathway he went down earlier. At least that was what he thought, anyway.

"Is it already a bit late to tell you to not come down this way either?" He then asked in a raggedly breathing voice.
 
She was not only winded from the run but also the fall, though Leon had likely taken the brunt of the collision. No matter how disoriented or what vertigo fought against a more balanced state to be, they had to keep moving. The dark and the impending sense of the confines could take out anyone with a sense of claustrophobia. Her concern was not so much the sense that they were completely lost and blind than trying to lose the horde that followed behind them.

"Yes." Ada had answered his delayed warning, not that there had been sufficient time or choice to decide or go anywhere otherwise. They were still running and it was a reckless thing to do in the dark. A part of her wanted to blame him for getting caught up in their predicament. She had been thinking about him enough to be distracted into stumbling upon a rook of the winged vermin. Her methods were hardly this sloppy or direct. At the same time, it was his luck and help that would get them out of it eventually.

While she had no idea why Leon would not suggest the path they currently took, they didn't seem to collide into anything. Yet. What they needed was a place to duck out into for the colony to pass. The palm of her fingerless glove was ragged as it dragged along the wall to predict the turned and corners until finally the wall broke to begin again in the shape of a covered circle. In the midst of their sprinting, she grabbed the edge of the metal structure and abruptly halted them both.

"In here!" She told him as she pulled him next to the niche in the wall. Before she could completely scramble into the tight area or help to pull the cover shut, the wind from the flying pursuers hit while they passed, their sonic screeching grating her ears while the leathery wings swept and tugged at anything in their way.
 
Leon would eventually keep the pace with Ada as his strides soon picked up despite his hand was still being held by her. Eventually, the screeching of those winged pests would soon begin to build as he looked back into the blackness of the tunnel under the assumption they were coming up quicker than he anticipated when he also heard the beating of wings growing closer and closer. After a few moments, Leon could feel those things zipping past him, getting an agitated set of sounds coming from him and swinging his free hand around in continued frustration. "Get off of me!" He growled before raising his handgun back and squeezed off three rounds as well, causing the same number flashes of brief light to appear in back of them. One shot struck a bat squarely in its face, causing it to fall into a bloodied mess. Another zipped through the wing of another bat, causing it to screech painfully and slam into the side of the tunnel with a dull thump. The third shot however, wasn't as successful as the others were, for it just ricocheted off the side of the tunnel and struck the ground harmlessly.

Even with that showing, the bats just seemed to keep up with the chase and the screeching as the two continued to keep running through up until Ada made the move to pull themselves away from the screeching and such and hide inside of some sort of niche. It was definitely a tight fit considering where they were, but sometimes a tight fit was better than staying out there with that racket and the number of those dreaded things. Speaking of the racket, it was so raucous, that even Leon had a hard time trying to keep himself from ripping his ears off. With a great deal of effort considering the amount of noise, Leon would then force himself to then reach up to the lid Ada was trying to close and gave her the requested assistance to eventually pull it shut with a long groan, eventually shutting it after a while.
 
A heavy heave was all that it took for the iron grate to swing shut to a close. The groan of its hinges were drowned out by the high pitched squealing that echoed and reverberated off of the cavern walls. It was a small portal that they found themselves in, and from the feeling of the opposing wall not even an arm's length away, there was a rusted grate to barricade the other side. The constant sound of water made it very likely that they had taken up a temporary residence within one of several drain networks.

Being able to take a brief respite from the sprinting they had just done, Ada rested against a much warmer and palpable form than the concrete outlining the niche. The space was as limited from the door to the wall as it was from side to side. It would have been manageable for one adult. As it was, Ada found herself crowding into what was left of the additional space, and that meant coming rather close to her partner. She was hardly preoccupied with where the details were so long as the sound stopped and she could catch her breath. Each part fell into place sooner than later anyway. Her thighs straddled his waist, head rested on his shoulder, and breathy exhalations brushed against his neck as the air attempted to catch up with her.

Both of her palms pressed against the curve of the circular sloping wall behind him, but her weight was against his form regardless. In comparison, she was so lithe and slender. Feminine. More than the beating the passing wings on the other side of the wall, she listened to his heartbeat.
 
Not long after the lid was shut, Leon let a small sigh of relief rush out of him slowly before he laid his head back on the wall, his breathing slowly returning to normal within minutes even after of all that running to get into this small hideaway. It wasn't much, Leon figured, but it was far better than having to continue to fend off those winged rats out there. Either that or god-knows-what-else.

Another thing he noticed as he stayed right there with Ada was that she was straddling his waist and had her head laying down on his chest, possibly looking pretty winded after all of that running. Not for nothing, but even after something like that, he couldn't really blame her. After all of the BS he had to put up with in his previous line of work - despite being on the job for one day - he would want something comfortable to curl up onto as well. Shame it wasn't quite available to him at the given moment, so he had to put up with it for right now.

Some moments later, Leon wedged his other hand out of the cramped space between his thigh and the wall and reached it outwards before resting the palm of his hand on Ada's back and patted it a few times gently before looking down at her. "You alright down there?" He asked.
 
The most of her stalling was attempting to come to terms with the carelessness that had gotten them into the current position in the first place. That wasn't to say that she could have known or predicted the overhang of bats waiting for her along the path she chose. It wasn't something that could be planned and thus avoided. Still, it had been a setback she had not counted on. In her line of work, that was never something to aspire to. The fact that they were also better off without a light, as she had so naturally noted on colliding with Leon, meant that there might have been more surprises just lying in wait for them to come out.

When the ringing on the other side of the metal grate seemed to finally die down, the creatures either finding flight out from the tunnels or going down endlessly along another path, it was time for them to move, too.

"Never better," Ada responded with an unseen curve of her lips. Maybe it was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, but only barely. She arched her back slightly, slowly craning her head to push up from the ground and his form. A puff of warm air blew briefly over the skin behind his ear as she did so. It was an innocent exhale, really. As innocent as Ada could be, anyway.

"Ready to go?" She asked, partially sitting, partially hovering, over him with her back against the curve of the wall.
 
Leon nodded in reaction to Ada's question, despite he gave a slight shiver due to that puff of air blowing past his ear. Nevertheless, he decided against reading too much into what she was doing despite the fact she was moving around so slightly.

"Yeah, we should probably get going. Never know what this place is going to be like once the real fun begins." He answered before pressing his other hand to the curve of the wall behind him then pushed forward, accidentally brushing his thigh in between her crotch as he attempted to stand up straight.

After the accidental brush, Leon jerked his leg back from Ada's crotch suddenly as he then straightened up slowly. "Sorry about that." He said.
 
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