//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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Thankfully, onigiri was something that Liquid could eat with his hands instead of trying to resort to chopsticks. If he wanted to try any of that sushi, however, things might be a little different.

"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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"I always liked them, myself." he remarked, taking one for himself.

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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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"Doesn't look like it. Why do you ask?"

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Dammit, he didn't want to use chopsticks. Why couldn't they use forks like normal people?

"...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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"...Here, it's like this."

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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Otacon's hands were delicate and slender, far different from Liquid's large and calloused ones. He let the engineer mold his fingers into the positions he wanted around the chopsticks, then awkwardly tried moving them. They worked, but they tended to slip and he was far from good with them.

"...tch."

He wasn't used to being bad at things.

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"It takes a little practice. Good start, though."

He offered Liquid a smile, taking another bite of sushi.

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Well, he'll just try getting one of those sushi things, then. Liquid liked fish, and these were just bits of fish wrapped up in rice, so he should like them, too.

Click.

He dropped it.

Click.

Again.

Click.

Again.

Click.

D:

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Laughing wouldn't be nice at all here, but there was nothing against smiling.

"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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Have an irritated look for that comment, Otacon.

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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And this is an oblivious Otacon, smiling and enjoying another delicious onigiri.

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And Liquid would be trying so hard for another of those sushi. Look at him try, Otacon.

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It was actually sort of cute how badly he was screwing up.

"..."

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It was just that these sushi things were hard to hold on to, that's all.

Click.

...Fuck it.

Stab.

Nom.

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...

Well, that was one way to do it.

Snerrrrrk.

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Don't knock it if it worked.

He was going to go back to the rice balls, though. Those, at least, he didn't have to fight for-- he fought for so much that he'd really rather not have to have a battle for his food, too.

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"Do you at least like it? I'd hate to see you go through all that effort for nothing." Otacon remarked, calmly taking a drink of tea.

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"It's all right."

Better than camel spiders.

When drank with all of the rice and fish, green tea wasn't too bad. It wasn't as sweet as the tea he usually drank, but that worked with the meal.

"I prefer the oni-- ...these things."

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"Onigiri." Otacon replied. "Funny--I remember hearing you spoke seven languages, right? Japanese isn't one of them?"

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"I do speak seven languages, and no, Japanese isn't one of them. The only Asian language I can speak is Malay, and it's nothing like Japanese."

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"Huh. Weird to think I know something you don't." He laughed awkwardly, a little embarrassed for some reason.

"So, um..." Otacon's hands were fidgeting--a sure sign that he was either nervous, thinking of what to say, or both. He had wanted to ask since Liquid came back, but something had stopped him; what, he wasn't sure. "What...uh...wh-what happened with Snake?"

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The whole episode, on the whole, hadn't bothered him overmuch. It was obvious that FOXDIE wasn't enough to take him out, so what did he have to worry about? It had been annoying, but that was all.

"I yelled at him, he yelled at me, we fought a bit, and then I had a heart attack."

He said it casually, as though there was nothing unusual about this conversation.

"The rest you already know."