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Who: Old Snake and Murdoc Niccals
Where: Sprout Tower
When: Midday, August 21st
Summary: Murdoc wants to punch Snake in the face.
Rating: NADA
Log:

Murdoc was beyond uppity. He was lacking the adrenaline rush of a live show, a formidable mosh pit, and of course, being smashed out of his mind. Fortunately, he'd come across his first bottle of booze in ages. That of course came before any old man punching. So, after making his quick and necessary stop at the small (and potentially only) bar in his new found god awful hellhole, he moseyed his way on over to Sprout Tower. Murdoc popped the bottle open with his trusty snaggle tooth, took a hefty swig of sake, and gingerly kneed the door to the temple open.

Oh. Wait.

Piss.

Was he supposed to meet this bloke inside or out?

Another gulp.

Ah, fuck it.

He marched on in anyway.

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Snake had been waiting for him inside. Without the octo camo, he couldn't blend into his surroundings, but that didn't matter for the old soldier. He was a master of stealth... This was his specialty.

Hidden from view, he watched Murdoc walk in, taking swigs of sake as he went. Snake narrowed his eyes, unsure what his opponent looked like, so he kept himself hidden until he could hear the man speak.

Didn't want to jump someone innocent, after all...

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Murdoc slowly gaped about, lazily picking at one eye with a gangly index finger. He let out a low huff, flicking a wad of excess crust aside and took another gulp of sake.

"Oh bugger," he drawled out, "The old wanker's run off on me. Ah well!" He lodged one finger between the back of his waistline, idly scratching the top of his butt crack. "Go figure."

HERE WE GO i dont like to powerplay so i'll let you decide :V

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That was him. As soon as Murdoc's finger went to his waistline, Snake had already moved behind him, grabbing that same arm and twisting it behind the man's back.

OK BB same goes for anything i post U NO ME IM COO WITH WOTEV

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And crash went the sake.

"OW! Hello! What--" Murdoc let out a low whine, jerking against Snake's grip, "Hey now! Look what you've made me do! I've lost my nectar!"

There was a pause, as he stared sadly at his shattered friend. Then, abruptly he jerked his free hand upward and reached back to grab a fistful of Snake's hair. "You sodding cow! I WALKED SIX DAYS DAYS FOR THAT PISS!"

8D

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The hand missed, as Snake suddenly threw Murdoc to the ground, avoiding the attempted fistful of hair-- The old soldier looked down at him, before trapping Murdoc's head in the pit of his left leg, tightening the hold.

"I guess you should have listened to my warning."

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He hit the ground with an "oof."

"Bah. Shove it up your mother's-OWOWOWOW," he grimaced, as his head proceeded to be squashed.

Murdoc took his inopportune time to punch his fist up into Snake's balls. Nothing like a fist to the nards, that's what he always said!

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Of course, being struck in the balls was painful, but so was having one's head crushed... And that's exactly what was happening as Snake choked in pain, his entire body tensing up, including his legs.

i will b on 2niiiite if you and your what is it 13 hour time difference is around

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SUCCESS! Wait. No--OW. Murdoc heaved.

"GET YOUR SWEATY LEG OFFA ME YA OLD CUNT," he grunted. One hand gripped on to Snake's left foot, the other latching on to his right calf. He used this as momentum to, might I note painfully, attempt to pull his head out of Snake's... er, leg pit.

CAN DO

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Snake growled, still in pain from that nut-punch. He released Murdoc, only to back off (albeit painfully) a few feet away, ready for any attacks.

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Murdoc immediately leaped up and hopped back a foot or so. He momentarily lifted both fists to the front of his face, shifting his weight back and forth, just as uppity as ever. Then, an expression of realization and satisfaction washed over his composure. Suddenly, he relaxed, a sly crafty grin of crooked teeth peeling up his face.

"Bah! I got ya in the nards! That's enough punishment for one day!" Clearly, he'd labeled himself as the victor in the situation.

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Except that Snake was running at him, aiming a high kick right at that grinning face. Despite his age, he was pretty spry for an old guy.