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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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[Obviously the best time for a chat.]

[He stands and walks over to open a window. It was getting kind of stuffy, with the fumes from the dye, plus the cigarette smoke. He would have opened one earlier, but the blank white expanse visible through the window was ...really unnerving.]

I hate to think of Snake turning around to find that I've disappeared from our own apartment.

[Takes a long drag from his cigarette, before exhaling slowly. He looks to Otacon, then nudges his shoulder.]

Hey. I'm tougher than I look. I'll hang in there... Just as I'm sure you will. Both here... and in our own times.

Yeah. I know. Thanks, Snake.

[Speaking of how tough he looks...]

...Weren't we supposed to be changing your bandages?

[Looks at his arms and body.] Yeah, something like that.

Hmm. I don't know if I have any of the supplies we'd need. But I'll check.
Most of this stuff just sort of appeared here on its own, anyway. It's...kind of creepy. [He'd found the small apartment a day or so after he arrived and claimed it for his own. The weird thing was that it seemed to be furnishing itself when he wasn't looking.]

C'mon. [He tugs Snake up from his seat on the bed and directs him toward a couch and coffee table jammed in a corner.] This'll probably work better over here.

[Grumbles a bit, following Otacon over to the couch.]

Yeah, yeah...

Stop whining. Wasn't this your idea?

[He leaves Snake on the couch and goes hunting for bandages. A cursory search under the bathroom sink revealed a cache of medical supplies he was pretty sure hadn't been there before. He comes back with the items in hand.]

See? Convenient. But...weird.

[He sits down, placing the items on the table.]

So where do we start?

[Watches Otacon, then raises a brow at the items.] Hnn... Looks like the room knows you better than you think.

[Looks at his arms.]

Might as well start with my right arm... Got some holes that still need re-bandaging.

[He makes a face.]It's spooky.

[He settles down and starts unwinding the old bandages on Snake's arm.] ...So you wanna tell me about what happened? Or should I not ask?

... You mean in the bite room? Thought I did already... [He remembered telling him about Solidus' treachery-- at least appearance wise... And how he was marked for death by Vamp. There are two bite marks in his injured arm, which might become quite obvious once the bandages are removed.]

...That's all there was to it? [As if on cue, he uncovers the bite marks.]

Ugh. That's just gross. [He discards the dirty bandages.]

...I still can't believe you're speaking to Solidus at all. You were at each others' throats not too long ago.

... Hnn... Hurt like hell, too. [Grunts, then lowers his head.]

That... I don't know... Our reasons for fighting were all about the past. Maybe I'm just getting used to being used... I want to stop talking to him... But I can't.

Maybe it's the fact he looks like Big Boss.

Or maybe I regret his death in my time. [Sighs bitterly.] In my timeline, the Patriots... They've created the War Economy. Everything thrives on war... They've become everything that Solidus feared.

[He reaches for the disinfectant, using a little extra on the bitemarks, 'cause- ew.]

[His heart sinks when he hears about the state of the world Old Snake left. He hadn't really asked much about the future before. Had been afraid to.]

Dammit. [He fumbles with the bottle of disinfectant, dropping the cap onto the floor.] Snake...just how bad is it?

... The wounds or the world I left?

[Right now, he's not really sure what Otacon is talking about.]

[He blinks and reaches up to adjust his glasses, suddenly unsure he even wants to know.]

...either. Both.

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You're looking at them. How bad you think they are, Doc? [Playful for a second.]

[He starts wrapping Snake's shoulder back up.]
Well, I'm not that kind of doctor. But I'm pretty sure you'll live.

Hnn.

[Takes another drag from his cigarette before exhaling.] You really want to know about my world?

[He keeps his eyes on his work as he answers.]

I...really don't know. I mean. Of course I'm curious...
But from the sound of it things just keep getting worse. I don't know if I should know. Maybe it'll all be too much for me to handle, you know?

...Do you want to tell me about it?

... We have a family... Just the three of us, but... it's better than nothing. Raising Sunny, keeping her safe...

Before I was called for my mission, despite bad news from Doctors that would see me... I was happy. Happy to have a family.

[He ducks his head with a smile, trying to finish off the bandaging on Snake's arm.]

That's good to hear. ...You deserve to be happy, Snake.

[He doesn't ask about the mission just yet. He'd rather focus on the positives as long as he can.]

...what about Sunny? Can you tell me about her? Liquid says she's brilliant.

[Tilts his head.]

She's really smart... But she sucks at cooking eggs.

...Well, if you and me are the ones teaching her, you can't really blame her, can you?

[He sits back, done with the bandaging on the arm.]

There. Anything else you need me to do?

[He chuckles a bit at that.] Yeah. Big Boss is trying to teach me how to cook. All we've managed so far is how to make steak.

[Looks at him.]

Your hair. Wash out the excess dye. I hope you don't need my help with that.

Better than nothing, I guess.

[Has it been half an hour already? He grabs the dirty bandages and bins them on his way to the shower.]

Yeah, thanks. I think I've got it.

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pfft. I forgot he took his shirt off. Oh well, shirtless monologues are par for the course, right?

yes :D

Obviously Liquid is rubbing off on him. (But...not like that.)

(LOL)

way to be, lj. eat my tags.

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Nnope, mun is not sleep deprived and derpy and did not forget.

XD No proooob. <3

/mainlines coffee

/clings to it

wait...you're clinging to my coffee?

yes. i can't be burned. :B

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