//on the lonely rail

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's a not-so-often seen Otacon. And today, he's walking down a hall and back towards his room with a small cardboard box in his arms. In typical Otacon fashion, the box is absolutely full of spare parts, wires, and scrap metal. By all appearances he's back to his old tricks and obviously has something in mind to put those bits and pieces to use.

[It was a shame he couldn't have carried a larger box; there was only so much extra stuff he could fit into his labcoat pockets when he already carried a tranquilizer pistol. Oh, well. Hopefully he could find that room full of parts again if he needed anything else.]

Comments

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Sure, that sounds good. If you're hungry, I could make something.

[Since he had actually gained the ability to not set anything on fire while cooking.]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

That sounds wonderful.

[A very desirable talent. Ivan himself tended to eat cold food when Otacon wasn't around for fear of exploding something.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Okay. Anything in particular you want?

[Otacon did like learning how to cook if only because Ivan seemed to enjoy the results.]

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

We should see what we have in the cupboards before we decide that.

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

...O-oh, right. Good idea.

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

Shall we? [He gestures towards their home.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

After you, Ivan.

[kuklakimou.livejournal.com]

[He smiled and headed onwards, unlocking the door and wedging it open for Hal.]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[He set the box of parts down, walking into the kitchen.]