[And off she goes, puttering through the water carefully with only one shoe, and it's...ridiculous, honestly. Leon remains in place for a long moment, taking the time to breathe (it's just water, it's nothing lethal, it's warm and not cold like the ocean where he suffered before) before he glances over the street. Her shoe's bobbing a little ways away, shoelace caught on what looks to be a light pole.
Leon sighs.
But honestly... even with as much as a jerk as he can be, he can't leave a little girl to wander a glass covered street looking for a shoe that's right there. So he sloshes his way over there, taking careful steps to make sure he doesn't slip and go under (his heart wouldn't be able to take a second soaking), and then grabs the shoe by its lace.
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Leon sighs.
But honestly... even with as much as a jerk as he can be, he can't leave a little girl to wander a glass covered street looking for a shoe that's right there. So he sloshes his way over there, taking careful steps to make sure he doesn't slip and go under (his heart wouldn't be able to take a second soaking), and then grabs the shoe by its lace.
He clears his throat.]
... I suppose this is yours.
[As if he didn't grab it fully knowing it was.]