Excited would be an understatement. The mystery novel enthusiast had bothered Tom the whole way up here, babbling about everything they might run into, everything they might see, everything that might happen. The way he talks, it's clear that he's way too hyped up about something like this. Occasionally, he'd lean over towards Tom and inquire as to what he was doing, what it is he had in his hand, what it was he wishes he was doing, stuff like that.
In short, Leon is absolutely, positively way too excited about this.
Now, though, Leon wanders up to the front of the building—though not right in front of it; he still stands a good distance away—and starts rocking back onto the balls of his heels, then forward onto his toes, and repeating. He clasps his hands behind him and hums a little tune as he looks up at the farmhouse, idly wondering if he got close enough, would he be able to hear any ghosts whispering to him?
The introductions... had he missed them? Leon peeks over his shoulder behind him at his fellow detectives, eyes never opening in the slightest. In truth, his eyes are always open, but appear closed. He's gotten used to narrowing them, mostly for effect, but he feels like he could see ghosts better if he does this. Of course, this belief is only speculation, and he cannot actually see ghosts any better through slitted eyelids.
Bored already, Leon turns on his heel and waltzes back over to the others, seeing that they've been joined by some new people. Bouncing up onto his toes to make himself taller, he sticks his arm out and presses the fingers on his other hand to his forehead, as if he were shielding himself from the sun or trying to see better. "Uwoh, two new people! And on of 'em is a girl younger than I am! Hey, hey, I didn't get all your names. Could you repeat 'em for me? Please, please, pleaaaase?" He bounces up and down and, finding that he seems to be near Tom, he latches onto Tom's sleeve with his fingers and continues hopping. "I'm Leon! Leon D'Artagnan."
After he gets tired of bouncing, he starts swaying back and forth, attempting to drag Tom with him, but only ending up moving the other's arm back and forth. "How old are you? No, wait! Lemme guess. Youuuuu're.... you're 15!"
Way off.
{ ooc: sorry if this is very short ;_; }