and here we see the fuck-up in its natural habitat [open]

How many times did that make now? Honestly he'd lost count a long time ago, but it was a number easily counted in the dozens. Leon shoved his hands in his pockets as he stepped out onto the curve, the door to the buffet practically slamming shut behind him. The sounds of some rather irate manager shouting just beyond the wooden frame made a smile creep across his face. This was a normal occasion by now; some place advertises a dinner special and he pays them a visit, milking the place for everything its worth. Whether its ordering the most cost effective food on the menu en masse, or raiding a buffet over and over again, eventually the staff would realize how much money he was costing them and then 'kindly' ask him to leave. Surely, all these places would realize that all-you-can-eat specials just weren't viable when quirks like his existed, and yet somehow it just kept happening. With a literal fire burning in his stomach, Leon had to fill up somehow. Well, that wasn't a hundred percent true. Honestly, he could get by fine without raiding restaurants like this, but it was always nice to have a meal that wasn't just a pound or two of rice.

"Well that was fun... what now?" Leon asked the night air as he turned and started down the street. He was clad in his usual brown trench coat and a gray scarf that held back the chill of the evening. Having been on the job so much lately, it felt pretty good get out of the suit and, quite literally, let his hair down. That meant that he wasn't in much of a hurry to get anywhere, but just standing around in the streets wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. The gradually spreading warmth in his stomach was a sure enough sign that he'd managed to fill up enough, so what was next? Find a bar and listen to some music? Go for a ride around the city on his bike? Duck into some cafe and get some drawing in? Hadn't had much time to do that one in awhile. Heading home and catching a movie with Iris was always an option too, but he had the nagging feeling that the old lady would put him to work the second he got back.

While the boy mulled it over, a sound that he was intimately familiar with slowly began to rise in the distance. "Man, something's got the boys real riled up tonight..." The tell-tale sirens of a particularly spirited police chase echoed off the tall buildings that rose up along the sides of the street and... if his experience meant anything at all, he'd say that there were getting closer, and fast. One might expect that would make most people in his profession at least a little bit nervous, but Leon really didn't have anything to fear from the police. It had been years since he had any dealings with law enforcement where his face wasn't completely hidden. There were a few officers that occasionally gave him a hard time for the stuff he did when he was a kid, but that was all it ever amounted to, he never gave them a reason to suspect anything.

Watching the police trip over their own feet tended to be pretty entertaining in itself, but surely he could come up with something better to occupy his time. That being said, as Leon made it to the next street corner he had to admit, those sirens were getting pretty damn close.