route_1065 | //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
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.

Annoyingly enough, finding a restaurant meant that Liquid would have to put on a shirt. Damn these establishment and their rules about upper body clothing and service-- did that mean that if he wore a shirt but no pants, they would still serve him? That was an experiment for another day, however.

Liquid was wearing a shirt for one of the few times in his life-- he was wearing a black muscle shirt (http://www.elwafa.com/images/Muscle%20Shirt.JPG) which really didn't hide any more of his chest than he did when he was shirtless.

"Yes."

He was glad for that damn snake to be back in her Pokeball; she'd bite him at the slightest opportunity, he knew it. Probably for those threats he'd given Otacon forever and a day ago, but she apparently held grudges like a pro.

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