//itsu no ma ni ka bokura nanigenaku deatta

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Who: Hal Emmerich, Liquid Snake
Where: Azalea Town
When: Midday, October 10th
Summary: Hello, I am a crack pairing between two socially awkward people.
Rating: idfk, T or something
Log:
What had he been thinking? What had possessed him to offer to find a restaurant with Liquid? Sure, his cooking was a nightmare (and Otacon planned to bring back something nice for Heather to make up for it), but this was Liquid.

...as he got ready to leave, he idly wondered if Snake was alright wherever he was. Otacon was worried sick, though he hid it the best he could. His first and closest friend was in pain, possibly even dying and there wasn't a damn thing Otacon could do. To say it upset him was an understatement.

But this wasn't the time for that. He'd promised some food that was actually edible, and that's what he'd get them. If there was nothing he could do to help Snake...then he'd just wait and worry in silence.

"Ready, Liquid?" he asked with a smile, recalling the angrily hissing Kotai and slipping her Pokeball into the sleeve of his kimono--what her problem was with him, Otacon wasn't entirely sure.

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"Looks like it." Otacon remarked, finally noticing the building. "Shall we, then?"

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He nodded, then walked over and opened the door, holding it there for the engineer.

Expect a lot of stupid questions and 'what the hell am I eating's in the hour to come, Otacon.

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"Thanks." He walked in, looking around.

Fortunately, he was a nerd full of nerd knowledge. Like a pinata filled with candy, except Liquid wouldn't have to hit him to get it out.

Even if he would want to.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

It seemed that business was slow that evening, so Liquid and Otacon were seated within a few minutes. While the waitress went to get them tea, Liquid took a look at the menu and fiddled with the chopsticks.

"..."

Why was everything in Japanese.

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"Something wrong?" he asked, smiling from across the table.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"...I don't know what any of this means."

I CAN'T READ MOONSPEAK, OTACON

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"Oh. S-sorry, I didn't realize...

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"I'll just get whatever you're getting."

That would just make things easier all around.

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"Okay, simple enough."

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The waitress returned with a pot and two cups for tea, then asked for their orders.

Liquid's giving this one over to you, Otacon. Make the most of it.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for Liquid, he was more or less completely merciful, ordering a particularly large plate of riceballs for mister black hole over there along with a generous order of sushi.]

[And he wondered if it was made from Magikarp.]

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Liquid was probably still going to be hungry like half an hour later.

He poured himself a cup of tea, though, and took a sip; then he made a face, simply because the taste of green tea was so different from the black tea he normally drank.

"So what exactly was all that?"

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Well, it'd keep him busy. And if he could salvage a few riceballs, Otacon would even have Heather off his case for ten minutes.

"What was what?" Otacon did the same, quite enjoying it. Because green tea is the best thing ever.

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"What you ordered. The oni-whatever and the other thing."

Green tea was all right, but Liquid preferred Earl Grey with a little milk.

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"Onigiri," he corrected. "Riceballs."

And you know. Raw fish wrapped in rice and seaweed.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Yeah, he was totally going to be hungry half an hour later. Better grab some of the rice balls before he even started for Heather.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Oh, Liquid. You're such a pain in the ass.

"I think you'll like it."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"You'll find I can swallow almost anything."

oh bby

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Ffffff

"Anyone that survives my cooking could probably eat anything."

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"I've a strong stomach. I've eaten far worse in the past than anything you can dish up for me."

Nothing could be worse than the things he'd had to eat in Iraq.

"Even your burned sandwiches taste better than camel spiders."

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"C-c-c..."

Aaaaaagh oh god the images why.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Camel spiders. There's about this big" he indicated some three or four inches, "tan, live in the desert. If we caught them, the boys'd sometimes have them fight against scorpions and take bets."

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"I d-don't need to hear about this!"

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Headtilt. He didn't see anything disturbing about this topic of conversation.

"Not fond of spiders, Hal?"

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"N-not really, no..."