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//itsu no ma ni ka bokura nanigenaku deatta
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
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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.
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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"Not fond of spiders, Hal?"
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But just mentioning a 4-inch long death spider does?
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And, cutting off this potentially uncomfortable conversation, was the arrival of their food. Sushi and a metric fuckton of riceballs for the human black hole.
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Looking cheerful, Otacon picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of sushi. He had to admit, his own culinary failures were getting hard to deal with.
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"Mm." He'd already gone through two of the rice balls by the time Otacon had finished wrapping Heather's. "Not bad."
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He kind of wanted to try one of those sushi things, but he didn't want to bother with chopsticks.
"Don't they have forks around here?"
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"...tch."
He tried to emulate how the engineer held his, but it didn't make any sense to him. Maybe if he put that there... and this there... and moved like--
Snap.
...Goddammit.
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Otacon picked up an extra set of chopsticks and reached over, placing his hands over Liquid's as he positioned them correctly.
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"...tch."
He wasn't used to being bad at things.
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He offered Liquid a smile, taking another bite of sushi.
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Click.
He dropped it.
Click.
Again.
Click.
Again.
Click.
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"Almost had it." It took no effort for Otacon to pick up another piece, as though he'd done this hundreds of times before.
Which he had.
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He was going to pick up this damn piece of sushi if it was the last thing he did.
Click.
Which, judging by how many times he was dropping it, it just might be.
Click.
Goddammit.
...Click.
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. . .
Oh, why not.
Have a sushi roll held in front of your face, Liquid.
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He leaned forward slightly to take the sushi with his mouth; it wasn't that he needed Otacon to do this or anything, it would just be rude not to accept.
Right.
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