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[Considering he'd told Otacon to dye his hair black, he figured he might as well get to helping him with it. He'd received the coordinates for where Otacon was staying, and had put together a bag of four small boxes of hair dye, along with a few other things... He was still heavily bruised since his run-in with Vamp in the Bite Room... and Solidus' "rescue". Being dragged by the throat didn't help too much either.

Bringing a few cigarettes with him, he headed off to the correct floor and room... and once arriving, he knocked on the door. He was dressed pretty casually this time... no sneaking suit. Just his black shirt and camo pants... He felt safe around Otacon. Though he had a feeling he was going to get the nagging from hell once Otacon saw his bruises...]

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I was just joking, Snake. [He waves a hand, laughing a little.] Nah, we'll leave it. It looks good on you. The grey. Better than it ever did on me, anyway.

...Besides, then we'd have to do your mustache, too.

[Raises a brow, then touches his mustache.] Yeah, gray hair was never really your color.

[Suddenly self conscious, he runs a hand through his hair.]
Yeah, you sounded pretty sure that black would be better.

[Smirks a bit.] Don't get me wrong, brown was good, too... Just with that Vamp guy impersonating you, we better not take any chances.

[Stands up.] We should get to the hair dyeing now, you can help me redress my wounds if you want while we let the dye sit.

[Frowns.] I'm still kind of hoping that was just some sort of bad joke.

[He follows suit and stands, leading Snake over toward the bathroom. It would probably be best to have a sink nearby if they were going to be making a mess in his new place.]

[Follows over, taking out some gloves to protect his skin from the dye. He's offering to help Otacon with this because... well... He wants to spend time with him. He's missed his friend so much.]

Guess... Sit on the toilet or something. Put a towel on, take your glasses off.

[It's a good thing he's helping, 'cause Otacon sure wouldn't be able to do this himself. He does as he's told, sitting down and draping a towel around his neck. He takes his glasses off and holds them loosely in his hands, watching Snake move blurrily around.]

[Looks at him, then takes out one of the bottles from the bag, examining the instructions.] Hnn... Says to apply it on dry hair... "Apply color to dry hair, massaging from roots to ends."

[Looks at Otacon and smirks.] Massage, huh? You're lucky. [Opens the bottle, getting a decent amount of the dye on his palm, before slapping it (somewhat lightly) onto Otacon's head... and starting to "massage it". He wasn't that great at this, but at least he was trying... He's sort of rubbing his hands around Otacon's head, trying to be thorough.]

Ack! T-that's cold! [And wet. And now Snake's got his fingers in his scalp. He can't help but tense up at first, but he relaxes after a minute. It actually feels kind of nice.]

[Makes little Old Snake noises of concentration, trying to make sure he gets everywhere he needs to.] Hrrnn... This stuff stinks. [Frowns, smearing some of it on Otacon's eyebrows.]

Woah! [He jerks out of the semi-massage induced daze and shuts his eyes hard.]

W-watch it! I'm pretty sure it would be bad to get that stuff in my eyes. I'm blind enough already.

[Lets out a growled 'hheh', amused at Otacon's ways of making things harder.] Hey, I've got nimble fingers. Jerking your head like that might have made me poke you in the eye. You should be more careful.

[Resumes massaging the dye into his hair and scalp, wanting to get the ends and the roots.]

[~~Pouts~~ Scowls a bit but doesn't reply. He keeps his eyes closed as Snake continues. Just in case.]

Hnnn... [Rubs it into the neck hairs, and eventually backs off, picking up the package and reading it.] ... Now we have 30 minutes to kill while we wait for that new color to settle.

[Tilts his head.] Think I should add any more?

[He opens his eyes when Snake backs away, almost reaching up to touch but stopping himself just in time.] I dunno. Guess not. What's the worst that could happen?

[He squints up at Snake.] I don't think I'll be any good changing your bandages if I can't see them. D'you think it's safe to put my glasses back on?

[Nods.] Go ahead.

[Removes the gloves for now, then walks out of the bathroom.]

[He does so, standing and following Snake out of the bathroom, glancing into the mirror as he passes. Mostly he just looks like a mess.]

...Do you want a drink or something? I've got coffee. But uh, not much else. There's a kitchen down the hall, I think, if you want to go grab something different.

[ Sits on the bed, waving a hand to gesture he's not thirsty, but he does take out a cigarette. He gestures it at Otacon, as if saying 'I'm fine with this'.]

[He looks sort of disapprovingly at the cigarette, but he doesn't say anything, remembering a conversation he had with the older Liquid back at the beach. Instead he heads over to the kitchenette and sets the coffeepot to percolate, joining Snake over by the bed when he's done.]

...Still haven't quit, huh?

[Turns his head a bit when Otacon sits next to him.]

If I'm going to be dead in six months, smoking is the least of my worries. [As if on cue, however, he coughs rather harshly, before clearing his throat.]

[He winces at the sound of Snake's coughing.]...Guess not. Doesn't sound like it's doing you any favors, though.

[He stares at his hands, unable to meet Snake's eyes.]
...how can you be so sure? That six months is it?

Hnn... Feels good, though. [Well, it made him feel good, despite the obvious ways it was affecting his health.]

... That's what I heard from Naomi... Half a year.

[He knows very little about the future. He's almost afraid to ask. But he needs to know.]
...Naomi? You mean Dr. Hunter, from Foxhound? It's not-

...is it because of the Foxdie?

... [Shakes his head.] With FOXDIE, my own life isn't so important... But in three months, in my own timeline, the lives of billions will be at stake... Naomi says the FOXDIE in my body has started to mutate, so instead of killing only those with certain genes, it will become unbiased and kill anyone I come into contact with.

[Sighs, closing his eyes.] I'll be a walking biological weapon. But apparently, if I die, the virus will die with me.

[The explanation chills his blood. Whatever he had been expecting to hear, it hadn't been that.]

Snake....I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that's...[He struggles find the right word. Anything just sounds like a massive understatement.]...unbelievable.

...when you put it like that...it just--sounds so hopeless. How do you stand it?

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Not dead I swear.