//itsu no ma ni ka bokura nanigenaku deatta

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

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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[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

It felt strange to hold Otacon's hand in his; he shifted his grip once the engineer was standing so that he held onto his forearm instead, and started to lead him out of the restaurant.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

He stumbled a bit every few steps--why was the ground tilting?

"...This was fun. maybe we should do it again."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

That was all right-- Liquid was there to catch him.

"You just like to see me break my chopsticks."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"That too." he replied with a laugh, hardly noticing he was falling all over the place.

"It was...y'know, cute."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Liquid caught him all over the place; he was in good hands. And he had a cute laugh.

"I'm not cute, you're delusional."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"M'not delusional. You said I was crazy. Make up your mind, huh?"

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Who says that you can't be both?"

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"But m'not delusional. At least, I don't think I am."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"You think I'm cute. That's proof enough for me."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"Maybe I just have a different definition of cute. Like...like Kotai and Cthulhu. I think they're cute, too."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"A mad version of it."

Bunnies and puppies were cute. Giant betentacled abominations and eleven-foot-long snakes were not.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"Maybe. I dunno. M'not one to decide what's normal and what's not."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry about it now."

He led the engineer safely into camp; not an easy task when Otacon got drunk so quickly. He made a mental note to force him to drink water and take a few aspirin before he went to bed.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"...kay. Probably a good idea. You can call me crazy later."

Oh hey, Liquid. Your hand is now property of the nerd's hand again.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

...He just wasn't going to argue with the drunk nerd anymore. It probably wouldn't have done any good.

"Let's just get you back to camp and let you sleep this off."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"But m'not tired."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"No, but you're drunk. You'll be tired once a little more of that alcohol hits you."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"I'm not drunk. Least I don't think so."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Trust me, you are."

A cute drunk, but drunk nonetheless. And probably going to wake up with a hangover tomorrow, too.

He walked into camp with Otacon in tow, and looked around for their fugitive camp-mate.

"Heather?"

No answer. Huh. She must've gone somewhere.

"Hm."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"!"

Rock, meet Otacon's foot. Otacon's foot, meet rock.

Liquid, there is a nerd falling against you. Course of action?

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Course of action? Catch the nerd, same thing he did every time Otacon tripped over his own feet.

"I told you you're drunk."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"...o-oh."

He turned a slightly darker shade of red, staring at Liquid for a few seconds.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Come to think of it, he was very cute. And very warm and fit very comfortably in Liquid's arms.

There was that strange compulsion to kiss him again.

Whether it was from the alcohol or simply because Liquid was bad at resisting compulsions, he pulled the engineer close to his chest and kissed him like a sailor on VJ-day.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

"--!"

Was it startling? Hell yes, and the way Otacon froze up at first probably showed it. He didn't know if it was the alcohol or not, but once the realization sank in that a) someone was kissing him and b) they were really good at it, he slowly relaxed in Liquid's arms.

"Mm...mmn..."

Slender hands moved to Liquid's shoulders, one reaching up and tangling in his hair--just as soft as it looked, impossible as that might have seemed.

[foolishwren]

Some people say that God has no sense of humor.

Others would point at the entire course of history and stare at the first people, with one of those 'you've gotta be kidding me' looks on their faces.

It's impossible to say who's right and who's wrong, but if one had to base their theory entirely on this situation, they'd probably go with the latter.

Their pet fugitive had gone somewhere, as an admittedly small-and-hard-to-see-in-the-dark note left on top of their pile of rolled-up sleeping bags would have told them if they'd found it. That somewhere had been into town (don't worry, she'd brought her Box (tm)) to visit her injured pal Rise and have some much-needed girly bonding time (though she'd resisted at first).

The Heather that was making her way through the woods back towards camp looked more or less the same, but with noticeably shorter, fluffier, and black-root-less hair. Turned out Rise really knew what she was doing with scissors and dye, she'd done a better job than even Heather had back in the old days when she'd done it herself in that shabby little apartment bathroom.

Squinting through the dark, she rubbed the back of her neck as she finally breached the brush at the edge of the clearing, box hanging over one shoulder like a really weird, strapless backpack. Was that them standing there already? Good, they'd made it back without dying or something.

"Guys, I'm back," she announced herself a little sleepily, taking off the box. "Listen, sorry I haj-gghfffwhoa."




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