One on one semi-medieval romance (Closed stalkers tho)

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

"Because of your leg, dimwit!" Jacob said.

"I can just stay near a random tree! and don't call me dimwit."

"You are a dimwit. And I won't let you."

"I have the right to stay where I want and I'm not a dimwit." Leon protested.

"Yes, but it is generally unwise to go running around through the woods with an injured leg."

"It's fine. I've done that several time, about exactly 30 times."

"AND I still say no. I won't check you in, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay then."

Jacob sighed and left the room. This boy was impossible to deal with.

Leon sighed as he looked out the window and tried to think of a excuse he could tell his boss.

(Hey)

(Heyyyy, I don't want this to die again)

(Heyyy, ik ur on that sounds creepy, why does it always sound creepy gahh)

(I'm not letting this die again!)

(Heyyy, ik ur on that sounds creepy, damn it why does it always sound creepy)

(Hai, not letting this die)