[Fourth Wall] [Action / Video]

[imthe_shit]

[ Snake is still in Goldenrod, thankfully, but he's staring at a rather enormous Pokemon before him. His 'Dex told him what it was, but he can't help but feel... nostalgic. ]





Metal Gear...!?



[ ooc: i had to dont judge me ]

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FFF

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[ Looks over -- oh, It's Shelly. ]

Hn? John.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Have we met, sir?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

... You forgot me?

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[... H-He's pretty sure he's never met anyone like this before.]

I... do not believe so, sir.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

... Hn... You don't have that scar either...

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... What scar?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

You get a vertical scar on your face... From your hairline, down to your chin.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Just hearing that - and imagining how he would even obtain such a scar - gives him chills. And that's BEFORE he even starts wondering how this man would know that.]

... Who are you?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Solid Snake.

[Watches him.]

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

And... you called me "John", Mr. Snake.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Well, you told me to call you that.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[So, he's implying...]

Then, you know...?

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

About you? Yeah.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Ah.

[Well, this is awkward.]