He really is something else...
That's all Leon could think as he approached this large, contemporary home at the edge of Rose Garden. By his standards, the place was enormous and something he could only dream to afford. Leon only had his studio apartment he could only barely afford even after working several part-time jobs, furnished with a twin-sized bed, two-chair dining table, and a wardrobe. He had to learn to be frugal with the money he had, and the times he was able to order takeout were luxuries. But Percy was a Dagger—probably filthy rich, and his home went to show it. Apparently, his lab was nestled right behind the building Leon was gawking at from afar, and that's where he was supposed to be.
His relationship with Percy had drastically changed since the first time he had met him in Neutral Grounds, starting from opponents, to enemies, to drinking partners, and one way or another, Leon had earned a job as his assistant for his work seeing as the jobs he had already were simply not going to cut it. Leon didn't know the first thing about the sort of work Percy did, so he didn't really know what to expect when he came here today, but that wasn't why he had come to begin with. During the recent Singles event, Percy had gotten so wasted that he ended up forgetting to take many of his belongings: his shirts, socks, shoes, eyedrops, wallet, and a few other things that clearly belonged to him. As far as he was concerned, the guy practically left the venue half-naked and wasted, so when Leon stumbled back into the place to retrieve some of the things he had nearly forgotten himself, he was left with Percy's stuff. So, he was here to return it.
Leon parked his black cruiser somewhere in front of Percy's home, lifting his black helmet up from his head to reveal that wolfish face of his after a long trip. Slung across his shoulder and hanging along his hips was a beige duffel bag full of all of Percy's stuff. His motorcycle was probably the expensive thing he owned, aside from his iLac, and he treasured it above all of his other possessions. More than anything, he was a tinkerer and had the skillset of a talented mechanic, so having a motorbike to work on and tweak for his needs was one of the only outlets he had for his stress, and frankly, his only way of getting around without public transportation.
Holding the bag close to his waist, Leon hopped off his bike and slowly began to meander around the sides of the building, looking for what should look like a lab of some kind, and lo and behold, after a few seconds of walking, an equally sleek but distinct building appeared from the rear of the house. He could faintly hear noise coming from inside. Eventually, Leon had found what looked like a front door, heavy-looking and unscratched. He should... probably knock, right?
Tap, tap. Knuckles made rough and audible taps against the door, but after a few moments of waiting, there was no answer. So, he knocked again, louder this time, but still, there was no response. Leon began to wonder if he should call him instead to let him know that he was outside, and he was sure that this was the right address, but he decided to give it one last knock for good measure. However, before his fist could thud against the door, something erupted from within the building. Some sort of explosive force blew from within, making the ground beneath his feet rumble for only a second.
"The hell?! Hey, Percy! Percy! Shit!" Leon whipped his head left and right to see if there was a window he could peek in from, but without spotting one close enough for his liking, he decided to just break in himself. He immediately dropped his duffel bag and tossed it aside, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it open, revealing the uncertain danger ahead of him as panic overtook him. "Percy, hey! Is everything alright—"
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