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Been wanting to post this forever.
[Huey was actually feeling pretty good that day, having recently been intimate with Strangelove, as he wandered into a random room that was drawing him in. Then his eyes lit up with interest as he rolled up to a small table with something glorious upon it. He hadn't had a Ziganov in years so he excitedly opened up the pack of cigarettes, lit up, and smoked that vanilla flavor. He let out a long smokey pleased sigh when he suddenly froze, seeing writing appearing across the wall in front of him and his own voice reading a familiar love letter to the room.]
Hey. Long time no see, huh?
Sorry for writing to you out of the blue like this. I've been trying to get in touch, but, you know, you haven't been answering... Was it something I said, maybe? If so, I apologize. It's just there's something I want to tell you. So... I decided to put it in a letter...
I mean, obviously this isn't the best time at all. But I was, you know, kind of curious. About your... research and stuff... Speaking of which, how's the pod coming along? I was wondering whether that program I wrote was working or not. You know, the one that links our two AIs together. If it's not, I could always... go over and fix it... if that's OK, of course. For my own peace of mind, really. You know make sure the program's feeling alright... Er. I guess you wouldn't really say a program 'has feelings,' would you? Ha ha ha...
Sorry. I'm getting off track here. So, um anyway I've been meaning to tell you something for the longest time. I've been thinking... back when we first met at NASA... those were fun times. You know, living the dream, getting to work all the time with the... the science we loved. Ever since then I've always held you... your... your... research, that is... in highest esteem. No, more than that... I think you're a... a w-w-w-wonderful person. S-Sorry I don't even know what I'm trying to say here. So when you disappeared from NASA all of a sudden, I was devastated. That's when it finally dawned on me... I.. I need you... For my research, you see. I mean, no! Well, yes and no. It's hard to explain...
Anyway when I saw you were in Costa Rica I could hardly believe it. I thought maybe a divine intervention or something... you know, like it was written some where that we were meant to be like this. You and me, the two of us, from now on... you know... just you and me... doing research together... I mean not just research... well... there's research of course... But research can have so many different meanings, can't it? I'm rambling again, sorry. But we don't have much time left. When Peace Walker is finished, that's it right? There's the end of the project. So... what I'm trying to say is... us... Peace Walker is like something we created together, you know... And when it's finished... then we'll ...
... I know we're not done yet. Need to finish it first , right? Yeah. Until we do I just hope you won't disappear like you did on me last time.
Sorry for taking up your time. I wish you the best of luck with your research.
Your dear friend,
Huey
[... He just sat there, dumbfounded, wondering what the hell he was thinking when he wrote that to Dr. Strangelove. Then Dr. Emmerich went back to smoking, hoping no one would see that old message.]
((Welcome to the Love Letter Room! Feel free to "write" one, or just think about it and it'll appear, to anyone within the Nexus or not - addressing it is optional. It shall write itself on one of the walls in the room and be read out loud. Be prepared for people's reactions. Have fun.))
Hey. Long time no see, huh?
Sorry for writing to you out of the blue like this. I've been trying to get in touch, but, you know, you haven't been answering... Was it something I said, maybe? If so, I apologize. It's just there's something I want to tell you. So... I decided to put it in a letter...
I mean, obviously this isn't the best time at all. But I was, you know, kind of curious. About your... research and stuff... Speaking of which, how's the pod coming along? I was wondering whether that program I wrote was working or not. You know, the one that links our two AIs together. If it's not, I could always... go over and fix it... if that's OK, of course. For my own peace of mind, really. You know make sure the program's feeling alright... Er. I guess you wouldn't really say a program 'has feelings,' would you? Ha ha ha...
Sorry. I'm getting off track here. So, um anyway I've been meaning to tell you something for the longest time. I've been thinking... back when we first met at NASA... those were fun times. You know, living the dream, getting to work all the time with the... the science we loved. Ever since then I've always held you... your... your... research, that is... in highest esteem. No, more than that... I think you're a... a w-w-w-wonderful person. S-Sorry I don't even know what I'm trying to say here. So when you disappeared from NASA all of a sudden, I was devastated. That's when it finally dawned on me... I.. I need you... For my research, you see. I mean, no! Well, yes and no. It's hard to explain...
Anyway when I saw you were in Costa Rica I could hardly believe it. I thought maybe a divine intervention or something... you know, like it was written some where that we were meant to be like this. You and me, the two of us, from now on... you know... just you and me... doing research together... I mean not just research... well... there's research of course... But research can have so many different meanings, can't it? I'm rambling again, sorry. But we don't have much time left. When Peace Walker is finished, that's it right? There's the end of the project. So... what I'm trying to say is... us... Peace Walker is like something we created together, you know... And when it's finished... then we'll ...
... I know we're not done yet. Need to finish it first , right? Yeah. Until we do I just hope you won't disappear like you did on me last time.
Sorry for taking up your time. I wish you the best of luck with your research.
Your dear friend,
Huey
[... He just sat there, dumbfounded, wondering what the hell he was thinking when he wrote that to Dr. Strangelove. Then Dr. Emmerich went back to smoking, hoping no one would see that old message.]
((Welcome to the Love Letter Room! Feel free to "write" one, or just think about it and it'll appear, to anyone within the Nexus or not - addressing it is optional. It shall write itself on one of the walls in the room and be read out loud. Be prepared for people's reactions. Have fun.))
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[Sunny grins and nods a little.]
It's o-okay, I'm u-used to it.
[The smile on her face is not leaving for a good long time while she's hanging around with Huey.]
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Hm? Does Hal smoke? [He didn't think so but you never know. Papa rolled on into the elevator, pressing the bottom to the 7th floor. His smile was a very fake but there was some genuine drops in it. He just hoped Hal wouldn't pop him one for doing this.]
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No, b-but Snake does. Even thought the N-Nomad is a n-no smoking a-area. I t-try to s-stop him w-when I see h-him.
[Who knows, he might. Or not, if Sunny defends Huey. Which she would.]
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I see... What is the NOMAD? The name of your house?
[Huey was a fighter - he would certainly punch back. They left the elevator and began to glide towards the library.]
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Yeah, the N-Nomad is the n-name of the p-plane we live in. We d-don't land it often so it's h-home enough.
[That would probably- definitely make Sunny sad, seeing the two of them go at it.]
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[It would be a fight among men, until Snake stepped in. Dr. Emmerich opened up the door to the library and went on in.]
Don't be too loud in here, okay? The librarian is a big bit --- bird. A very grumpy bird.
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[Sunny would find a camera and stick it on youtube.]
[She giggles softly and nods.] Okay, I can be quiet.
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[Was Sunny a youtube addict?]
What kind of books do you like, Sunny?
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[Maybe a bit.]
All s-sorts. History, and m-mythology. My f-favorite are s-science-fiction. Any k-kinds of science b-books really.
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["A bit" - right.]
Ah. Great. My favorite is sci-fi, too. Its the best genre. Let's go to that section.
[And the silver fox brought them to the rather lengthy science fiction section, cocking his chin towards the right bookshelves.]
Want me to read you a book? Don't pick out a very long one though.
[He remembered reading to Hal a few times when he was little - Huey enjoyed it.]
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[Totally.]
It really is~
[And Sunny stares at him for a moment, stunned.]
N-no one ever read to m-me before...
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[Papa lifted up his silver eyebrows, a little dumbfounded by her statement. Hal had never read to her? He, himself, had read to Hal and Emma before. He felt disappointed in his son.]
Well... There's a first time for everything. Go ahead and pick a book out.
[His smile turned a bit more sweet, maybe realizing she was more useful than just to get information out of. Sunny seemed like someone he would like to spend quality time with.]
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[It doesn't bother her, he keeps himself busy.]
Okay~
[She scrambles out of his lap and looks at the books for awhile before picking one up and going over to him, climbing back in his lap. After a moment she hands him 'Hyperion by Dan Simmons']
How's this o-one?
[And maybe around Huey, she might learn to act like a normal kid instead of working on computers as often as Otacon. Plus, she's already enjoying his company.]
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[He watched her walk away, scanning the bookshelves in front of him, then grabbed the book handed to him.]
This one is good. I'm only going to read the first couple of chapters though. Let's go find a more comfortable area.
[He had read the first couple of books in the series himself. The man rolled on over to a place with pillows and a couch.]
Get off my lap so I can sit down on the couch.
[After she did so, he lifted up his armrest then shifted his body onto it, probably obvious to Sunny now that he can't move his legs. Huey spread out his knees, for Sunny to sit between his thighs if she wished, and he cleaned his glasses, taking off a pesky smug on them.]
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[Sunny nodded and hopped out of his lap, watching him get onto the couch. She does notice he can't move his legs but it doesn't bother her and she climbs onto the couch and sits with him.
If asked, she'd admit that she's curious but she doesn't ask.]
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[And, after a few chapters, he closed the book.]
So, what do you think, Sunny?
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That w-was great, y-you're really good at r-reading. Can w-we do this a-again s-soon?
[And then, snugging against him.]
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Thank you, Sunny... I would like that actually.
[This whole thing was so new to him but he's finding that he's enjoying being a grandpa. Huey froze for a moment from the snuggling but soon relaxed and ran his hand up and down her upper arm, caressing it lightly, not sure what to do during the moments. He lightly placed his chin on top of her head.]
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[Sunny smiles brightly.]
I'm r-really g-glad I g-got to m-meet you. I've g-got the best family e-ever now.
...That last part made me tear up a little, not going to lie.
I'm glad I met you, too. And, uh, I'm glad you're part of my family.
[He closed his baby blues momentarily, just taking in the moment.]
D'aaaaw :3 /sorry, passing out now
R-really? We'll m-make a great f-family. I c-can cook~
[Don't trust the cooking. Trust the love in it.]
://3 Goodnight.
[Emmerich continued to embrace her, not wanting to let go just yet. He didn't want to mess up this time.]
Yes. Absolutely. Oh? That's good to hear. I can only cook a little.
[Which was true - he only had a B ranking in it. And he preferred others cooking for him.]
Morning~
We can l-learn together. I've s-still got a lot to l-learn still.
[There's undoubtedly oodles of cooking books here in the library.]
Hey. Great day already, eh?
That sounds great. What's your favorite thing to cook?
[There are even scifi - inspired cookbooks, combining both worlds.]
It is indeed
I d-don't have a favorite thing t-to cook but I'm r-really good at m-making eggs now. I u-used to burn them a lot b-but I don't now.
[That will be the best ever.]
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