[ Listen, although Leon believes his hair to be the epitome of soft, fluffy perfection that even the gods would awe at... that doesn't mean just anyone is allowed to stroke his hair.
Only he, the chosen one is allowed to touch his own magnificent hair.
Almost instantly, Leon gives him a look that practically screams "go to hell" and he swats the strange man's hand away. ]
Don't touch my hair you fool! Just who do you think you are?!
[ Not even Jesus Christ is allowed to touch the great Leon Zhong's hair. ]
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Only he, the chosen one is allowed to touch his own magnificent hair.
Almost instantly, Leon gives him a look that practically screams "go to hell" and he swats the strange man's hand away. ]
Don't touch my hair you fool! Just who do you think you are?!
[ Not even Jesus Christ is allowed to touch the great Leon Zhong's hair. ]