[ With Alucard not budging on talking, Leon is left with no distraction and reluctantly complies to rest. ]
[ A day of very little mobility passes, Leon keeping himself entertained by reading an entire anthology of monsters, complete with illustrations and descriptions. He's never been one for reading, far too restless with an attention span that always compels him anywhere besides the book. Only like this, confined to his makeshift bed, is he able to get through anything— and only by scanning the contents. When he's finished looking through the illustrations by an apparent later Belmont (no first names carry any weight), he feels his boredom suffocating himself. ]
[ His body may still be aching, but he doesn't care. He has to move, he's getting too stir crazy. ] [ Leon follows the sounds of Alucard sifting through unsorted books, careful not to be too loud in approaching him. His voice breaks the quiet, perhaps to the other's dismay. ]
"Allow me to help you? Surely I may lend a hand with something." [ Polite and mild, but still intrusive. ]
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[ A day of very little mobility passes, Leon keeping himself entertained by reading an entire anthology of monsters, complete with illustrations and descriptions. He's never been one for reading, far too restless with an attention span that always compels him anywhere besides the book. Only like this, confined to his makeshift bed, is he able to get through anything— and only by scanning the contents. When he's finished looking through the illustrations by an apparent later Belmont (no first names carry any weight), he feels his boredom suffocating himself. ]
[ His body may still be aching, but he doesn't care. He has to move, he's getting too stir crazy. ]
[ Leon follows the sounds of Alucard sifting through unsorted books, careful not to be too loud in approaching him. His voice breaks the quiet, perhaps to the other's dismay. ]
"Allow me to help you? Surely I may lend a hand with something." [ Polite and mild, but still intrusive. ]