[Another smack. Another mosquito down, though not before leaving a nice soon-to-be-itchy welt on his hand. Leon knows this is what he gets for not wearing that smelly bug spray, but in his opinion, the decision really didn't matter - it was gonna be hell for him either way.
It should be painfully obvious that he's NOT the outdoorsy type. Yeah, he supposes nature can be nice, but not when he has to stay out in it, and especially not when he has to sleep out in it; it's sweaty, it's filthy, it's uncomfortable, and there's no bathroom in sight, and Leon can see none of the appeal whatsoever. Heck, the tents aren't even co-ed, with no mingling allowed whatsoever, so there goes his sole reason for agreeing to come along! So that leaves one (1) unhappy punk leaning against a tree on the outskirts of camp, hair wilting and jacket cooking and mind half-asleep from being bored as shit.
But even though he's kinda busy being all scowly as he broods over his fate for the next couple of days, he'd...probably be grateful for someone to talk to, depending on who that someone is! Go up and say hi, maybe?]
The Nineties Were So Much Better
[This party's alright so far, he's decided. It's weird that he had to go through a mirror to get to it, and he wishes the music were a little more to his tastes. But hey, there are people here! And that means there are chicks!
So, he's propped himself up near the snacks, setting himself on display at just the right distance from the action - near enough to feel present and be noticed, but far enough away to stick out and look cool. As he sips on his (non-alcoholic) punch, he scans the surrounding area for anyone interesting...and hey, look! They seem cool, the character who's just approached! So he sidles up, all smooth and confident as he slicks his quiff back, and - hey, it's the '90s, it's acceptable! - slaps down this fly zinger:]
Leon Kuwata | Dangan Ronpa | OTA
[Another smack. Another mosquito down, though not before leaving a nice soon-to-be-itchy welt on his hand. Leon knows this is what he gets for not wearing that smelly bug spray, but in his opinion, the decision really didn't matter - it was gonna be hell for him either way.
It should be painfully obvious that he's NOT the outdoorsy type. Yeah, he supposes nature can be nice, but not when he has to stay out in it, and especially not when he has to sleep out in it; it's sweaty, it's filthy, it's uncomfortable, and there's no bathroom in sight, and Leon can see none of the appeal whatsoever. Heck, the tents aren't even co-ed, with no mingling allowed whatsoever, so there goes his sole reason for agreeing to come along! So that leaves one (1) unhappy punk leaning against a tree on the outskirts of camp, hair wilting and jacket cooking and mind half-asleep from being bored as shit.
But even though he's kinda busy being all scowly as he broods over his fate for the next couple of days, he'd...probably be grateful for someone to talk to, depending on who that someone is! Go up and say hi, maybe?]
The Nineties Were So Much Better
[This party's alright so far, he's decided. It's weird that he had to go through a mirror to get to it, and he wishes the music were a little more to his tastes. But hey, there are people here! And that means there are chicks!
So, he's propped himself up near the snacks, setting himself on display at just the right distance from the action - near enough to feel present and be noticed, but far enough away to stick out and look cool. As he sips on his (non-alcoholic) punch, he scans the surrounding area for anyone interesting...and hey, look! They seem cool, the character who's just approached! So he sidles up, all smooth and confident as he slicks his quiff back, and - hey, it's the '90s, it's acceptable! - slaps down this fly zinger:]
Soo, do ya come here often?
Or How About A Wildcard!
[Don't be afraid to throw him a curveball!]