fissionmailed | Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

[Suddenly, having spent the past several days in that same Storage Closet in Groznyj Grad, (it was hard to tell being that he was indoors, inside of a box, with no windows, so it was kinda hard to tell the passing of time) John Doe, better known as Big Boss and a host of other code names, suddenly was back in the Nexus it seemed. Growling, not the most comfortable landing he'd ever done but not at all hurt, John got to his feet, brushing himself off. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, looking around. He saw a rather large blood stain on the floor as well as bullet shells, broken pots and pieces of a door scattered about the hall not 10 feet away from where he was originally - well, obviously, whatever decided he needed to be here at the Nexus has a sick sense of humor. That, obviously, was the spot where that girl had sent him to make his maker again.]

God damn my luck...

[And so, Naked Snake set about to find himself an apartment again, sore and tired. However, this time, he made his way a couple floors lower, away from the crazy psychic girl. He decided that it'd be a good idea to not neighbors with a vendetta. Finally finding a nice place, plenty of room for two, for whenever he managed to find Ocelot again, he made himself at home, leaving the door open as he went about checking the place out, taking off his belt with all his gear and setting it on the couch.]

Finally... Mission Accomplished I guess...

[(ooc:so yes, this Big Boss is back; you're welcome to stop by and say hello as he settles in or bring him a house warming cake or... whatever...)]

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[Big Boss nodded, listening to her words and considering what she was saying. Though it had been very nice to be here to start with, now that John was separated from Ocelot and wandering around by himself, he too, felt much the same way EVA did. Big Boss' single eye met hers for a moment.]

I can certainly understand what you mean. Routine was never for us.

[A long tired sigh left the solider, a hand moving to rub the bridge of his nose]

Well, while everyone's being honest, I have to say this, having lived my whole life, while you gaining my trust will be quite the task, I want to say right now that we'll only be friends.

[John brought his glass to his lips, watching the reflected light dance on the surface of the liquid for a moment before sipping the wine.]

Don't expect your Snake charmer tricks to work with me.

If we continued to follow the rules, our lives would be incredibly different right about now. Had I not broken away from my sheltered life in the States, I never would have met you - or Adam for that matter.

[EVA ran the tip of her finger along the glass as she perches her elbow on the table. Her chin was cradled in her hand as she watched Big Boss in silence. This was probably the fourth or fifth time she had been denied, so she had prepared for the denial to John's heart before those words even left his mouth.]

I already know Adam wins you over. I don't intend on taking you from him.

[She sips her drink back within a few swallows, before lowering the glass again.]

There's more to me than my seductive charm, Snake.

Hn.

[Big Boss wasn't 100% sure what he thought of the first bit of what she'd said - from what he remembered, EVA had spent the bulk of her life in China. Maybe his memory was worse than he'd thought. However, regardless of how senile he may or may not have gotten, John certainly did appreciate the female spy respecting his wishes. That, to a degree, helped him relax some. Truth be told, Ocelot never lied to him, and that meant quite a bit.]

I would hope so. You weren't just another dumb blond; It's one of the things I like about you.

Anybody get the Number off that Freight Train?

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