LELAND COYLE .ᐟ

WOAH  !!  WELL  !  may as well dive in  >_<  

you're gonna get me freakily I cheered  ??  I'll be waiting >_<

one bite is all i ask..

this so yummy neuvi..

@gotlaws ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.
            
            No problem!! ^^ \\
            
            Nose scrunched and figure standing firmly , Nukoyo would have preferred to be anywhere else than here. The smell of cigarettes and the taste of sour disgust on his tongue every time he spoke in these walls, it was killing him, if anything, nature sounded much better, at least there he was able to breathe without the worry of being arrested for accidentally inhaling something . 
            
            ❛❛  it ain't right at all chief . ❜❜
            He'd click his tongue, lips parting to move a sweet lollipop between them; better for stress than cigarettes in his eyes , he would cross his legs before tilting his head . 
            Inspecting every move the other side, his nose pinch, the buzzing baton, the weapon distances between each one . 
            If it wasn't for his past knowledge of the necessities , he would've mocked the other for carrying quite many; as he himself mainly had two alone.  
            ❛❛ that is a relief , cause if it was legal then I'm sure murder would've been the second to it .  ❜❜
            He'd brush a smirk before getting a file out and handing it over . 
            ❛❛ four people in total , this is most of their information so you can look on your side while I investigate what I could , ya ? ❜❜

/     @-Lost_B0y- 
            
            
                    behind the darkened lenses of the aviators perched upon his face,  leland coyle silently observed,  for a moment,  the man before him.    his teeth chewed at the end of the cigarette lit in his mouth,  hand on his belt.    his first observation,  an unfriendly one:    unamerican.    his expression swiftly darkened.    this was was what you might call an obsessive traditional conservative,  so consequently,  he did not enjoy the sight of someone talking about  '  my unit  '  who was clearly not part of the same...    team.
            
                    `    now that just ain't right,    `    he replied with a firm shake of his head.    what he was talking about was not yet clear,  because he went quiet again for a short moment.    his gloved hand raised,  rubbed at the edge of his nose like,  suddenly,  he was dirty just for being within the vicinity of somebody not acknowledged in his good books.    coyle had not let the crackling electrified baton at his side cease its endless buzzing.    some officers had a loyal dog.    he had a snapping baton that,  for him,  was more than just a companion for the law.    the leather of his glove creased when he tightened his hold on the handle,  the ghost of a smile pulling at his lips.
                    `    kidnappin' ain't legal.    hell kinda cop would i be if i didn't care?    i don't tolerate no criminal activity 'round these parts,  no sir.    `
            
            
            /    it's perfect, thank youuu!! ^0^

additionally, outlast gore is not anywhere close to the wattpad definition of 'gore', so please, when i say 'gore warning' and it turns out to be something you didnt expect, dont jump me. 

forewarning, he is a police officer in america in 1959. this will, hopefully, give you all the warnings you need to know that he is a terrible person.  also bare in mind the outlast typical warnings. 

are you 100% sure u r.. 

i don't think so pal.. 

im kidding !