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[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[Father's Day? Jack is oblivious. He's just wandering the hallways as usual, freshly drugged up on toluene and eyes open for any hostiles. Sure, this wasn't Liberia... he realized that much now. But Solidus never told him to stop patrolling. So there he is, a ten year old soldier with an AK in his grasp, ready to kill any hostiles he happens to come across. The Small Boy Unit band on his arm remained to serve as a reminder to Jack; he was the leader of the unit, even if it wasn't here yet. For now, he had to treat them all as MIA. He didn't miss them, but he was incapable of it. He was incapable of any real emotion like this.]


((HAPPY FATHER'S DAY SOLIDUS, YOU KNOW GUILT IS THE BEST GIFT EVER :D Open for anyone to run into~))

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[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Fuck you, fate.]

...

Jack?

[Have a Solidus in a very nice suit, Jack. Go on. He feels very guilty and sad.]

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

Sir.

[He salutes, not even asking about the suit.]

[He also doesn't notice that you feel guilty or sad. :T]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

Do you know what day it is today?

[He crouched down to look him straight in the eyes.]

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

Day, sir?

[No. No, he didn't. Hell, he didn't even know what day of the week it was.]

...No...

[He felt as though he should, though. And now he felt bad for not knowing. Clearly Solidus wanted him to know, so he should have known, right? Was he going to get punished for this? He hoped not...]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

...it's Father's Day.

[Of course the boy wouldn't know. Hell, he wouldn't understand at all.]

Come spend a little time with me.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head.]

Father's Day...?

[...What the heck was Father's Day?]

Spend time with you, sir?

[DOES NOT COMPUTE]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

I don't know if they have it in Liberia. In America, where I'm from, this is the day where you celebrate your father. There's also a Mother's Day.

...yes. Spend time with me.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

Celebrate your father?

[Huh...]

...Are there more people you want me to execute, sir?

[That's really the only thing he thinks Solidus could possibly need him for. After all, it was the only way of "celebrating" he knew. He draws his combat knife, expression blank.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

Put your knife away.

[His voice was sharp.]

No. I just want the pleasure of your company.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[He does so, blinking in confusion. Pleasure of his company?]

Ah... yes, sir.

[He'd just have to do whatever his father told him to do and hope that was how it went.]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

Did you encounter anyone of note today?

[...might as well try to gain intel, at least.]

who needs timelines anyway

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

A man called John who claimed to be a banker and a girl called Esme who works for a man called Saladin, sir. I don't trust that first man... he had many knives and kept trying to get away from me. He said he knew an older version of myself.

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

...

"John"?

[Didn't he know that name? But... the knives...]

He is non-hostile, do not attempt to kill or injure unless he attacks you.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

He tried to destroy my weapon.

[THIS COUNTS AS HOSTILE TO HIM OKAY]

[viscous-serpent.livejournal.com]

Still. Do not kill or injure permanently. Capture and mild injury is acceptable if he threatens you, if he attacks you do what you want.

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[...Hmph.]

Yes, sir.