For most of the time, Leon had no idea what was happening mere feet away from him. That is, until he rolled on to his side and, as fate would have it, placed his face straight in the path of one of the beams of light produced by GM's laptop -- something which, as you might expect, tends to wake up people pretty fast. With a moan, the young man slowly opened his eyes, then immediately squeezed them shut again while placing his hand in front of his face to block out the bright light. "What the... Turn that light off," he moaned, his voice still heavy with sleep -- this same drowsyness causing him to not realise the situation he was in since earlier that day, situation in which blindly calling out to people you have no idea who they are is a very bad idea indeed. [i]What idiot is aiming a flashlight at me anyway?[/i] Still half asleep, he pushed himself upright and took a look at the source of the light from an angle that wouldn't blind him, hoping that this would allow him to identify said source of light. 
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...[i]Oh, fuck my life.[/i]