[Distraction Technique]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Snake is lurking around the first floor of the Nexus, which is a rather common place for him to be. His gait has slowed down more than usual due to the fact that he's currently rifling around in his cargo pockets in search of his lighter. His teeth sink into the wrappings of his cigar as his frustration begins to mount.]

Where the Hell is it-?

[He could have sworn that he had it on him. Perhaps it's slipped down to the very bottom of one of his full pockets. He stops walking for the time being so that he can concentrate better on his search.]

((ooc: There's a chance that Big Boss could use a light.))

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[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[David thinks his young dad looks a bit daft with his hands so far in his pockets like that.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Looking for my lighter.

[He pauses then looks to David, hopefully that he can help him.]

Got a light?

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Nno. I don't smoke.

[The boy folds his arms across his chest stubbornly.]

Where did you have it last?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

-Really?

Hnn.

[John glances away, feeling more and more self-conscious that he misplaced such a vital object.]

I don't know. Last I thought it was in my pocket.

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

... You're not supposed to endorse it.

[David looks over John with a bit of a frown. He wanders over to him and starts to fiddle through his pockets - seeing as his hands are smaller, he may be able to find it.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

......

[This doesn't look questionable at all. Nnope.]

Uh, it's alright. You don't have to-

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

But it might be right at the bottom. Your hands are too big to reach.

[The budding soldier pokes his tongue out as the tips of his fingers nudge the stitching inside John's pocket. He seems to be placing his entire concentration on the task at hand, but he's having trouble finding anything remotely resembling a lighter.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Well, this is embarrassing.]

_{You don't have to do this.}

[John's trying his best to not make a scene, but he's rapidly growing uncomfortable with the way he's being searched.]

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[Only when David detects nothing in the pockets does he remove his hands, a stubborn look on his face.]

It's probably at your apartment.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

[He'll be pretty upset if it isn't...]

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[Shuffling his pants into his own pockets, the young soldier looks up to John with a gentle elevation of his feet.]

Where did you come from? Maybe you dropped it on the way.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

It's been a while, Father.

[Liquid remembers this one. He still has the gun he gave him no he HASN'T been taking very good care of it and being sure not to lose it because his father has never given him anything before, shut up.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

Snake!

[Para-medic's voice echoes scoldingly in the hall. She stands there, looking at him sternly.]

Didn't we already have this conversation?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

...

[He knows that tone and immediately sighs upon hearing it.]

What conversation, when?

...I don't recall.

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

The one about how cigarettes are bad for you. Snake, do you know how many carcinogens can be found in nicotine? There's over 43 in the smoke alone! You know what that means, right? Carcinogens cause lung cancer, Snake. If you don't stop smoking, you're going to give it to yourself.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

But this is a cigar.

[Yes, he's going to try to play the technical card.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

[Gah, Snake... So stubborn. But she's stubborn too. She rests her hands on her hips and stares at him sternly.]

That doesn't make any difference! It might be even worse. Cigarettes are dangerous, Snake.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

"Worse"? How could it be worse. These are hand rolled and made with real tobacco...

[He's not buying it. Cigarettes....maybe but cigars?]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

Of course it could be worse. Tobacco contains a lot of carcinogens in itself, so cigars could be even more dangerous. Don't you pay any attention to scientific developments? Smoking in general has been proven without a doubt to be dangerous to your health.

[Hopeless. She sighs.]

There's no real difference between cigars and cigarettes anyway.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Well, that's too bad. There's few things that I get to enjoy in my life and this is one of them. I like smoking and I'm not about to give up.

[Of course, it would help his enjoyment is he had a damn match.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

And I'm not going to give up lecturing you. Can't you... find something else to enjoy?

[For which she is very glad.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Hrrn. I don't see what the big deal is. I know I live to be 80.

[He's sure he has a point, there.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean anything! Maybe at some point you gave them up and that might be why you live so long. And even if that's not the case, you could still get sick from it. And the smoke harm others too, you know. Not to mention it stinks. It's not a very pleasant habit even without the risk of death.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

My cigars smell delectable.

[Of course that's his opinion.]

Have you ever tried one?

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

No, Snake. They really don't. And of course I haven't! Haven't you listened to a word I said? They're really bad for you.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

You just don't know what's good.

[He's going to stand by that.]

Fine. If it will stop your little tirade, I won't smoke it now or around you.

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

Of course I know what's good. Cigarettes are not good.

[-? Her face brightens a little.]

Well I guess that's something, at least. Thanks, Snake.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

I'll just go have some Bourbon instead.

[Here's a habit that won't effect her much. The best part? No secondhand smoke.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

... [Sigh.] Well, if you must. Just don't drink too much, ok? I've seen too much of drunken men. Especially that time the Major tried to get naked...

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

What was that last part?

[He quirks a brow at that one.]

[moviemadmedic.livejournal.com]

Ah, let's just say that we don't let Major Zero drink too much at Christmas parties any more.