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[[hope you bring an umbrella for that ice cream~!]]

[[ PSH, as soon as Ocelot realized WTF was happening he covered his ceiling with plastic and made a rain barrel. You are not raining on his museum.]]

[[Well now the clouds are just going to collect under the plastic and rain on you anyway. Maybe you should use that plastic to cover your things. X3]]

[[ You're an asshole. We're trying to ignore you and your upfuckery >:[

Ocelot makes a tent with the extra plastic after covering whatever ISN'T under glass]]

[[Only trying to help.

There, see, isn't that better?]]

[[It'd be better if it weren't RAINING.]]

[[Well my ice cream guy's mun isn't on yet!]]

[[Personal problem, asshole >:| ]]

[[That's not what I'm-- oh, forget it. [facepalm].]]

...

I fail to see how any of this would help the current situation, Adam.

*She not entirely against the idea, but she does seem a little.. distressed.*

All that's left is to move on. I mean, get revenge and then move on. But how about some damage control, first?

[open pint of ice cream and a spoon] C'mon. Bonding time.

*Sighing, she rubs her forehead. Revenge.. for what?*
There isn't anything to get revenge over, Adam. Your father- he wants what he wants. And I cannot deny him that.
There is nothing so trivial as revenge, anyway. You'd do well to remember that.

*Upon mention of said bonding, Joy takes pause. She looks at the ice cream and spoon for a moment.*
Perhaps if- well. No sense in crying over that.

*she reaches out, and takes the ice cream*

..Thank you, Adam.

I still have incriminating photos regardless. I hate to say it. But.

[sigh takes bite of ice cream, mulls]

I made it really difficult for them both. I suppose they're being honest at least.

I'm still going to make life difficult for them out of spite though. His boyfriend hates my guts and I never got a good reason out of him.

There's no use being upset over it though, you're right. You can do better, anyway.

Or. [shifts uncomfortably. Something about knowing he's about to be very honest with his own feelings bothers him] Or I can get to know my mother. I never had the chance.

Incrim-
Never mind. I'd rather not know.

..It isn't that I don't appreciate his honesty. I'd rather him be forthright about this kind of affair.

You shouldn't.

*She finally allows herself a soft sigh. But she had to keep this up.*
...I don't think I'd want anyone.

*Wait. She forgets her own troubles, and turns to face him*
..Adamska.
I'm- (sorry for letting them ruin your life- sorry for letting them take you- sorry for not being a proper mother)-

I'd like that. If you'll let me.

Of course. Of course. [hugs her]

Hah, you should also meet the female version of myself. I think she'd appreciate you. She's ah. Having some trouble currently. She's pregnant...It's my fault.

[cough] I mean. Well. You're alright with being a grandmother? ~~Aside from the fact that child is more or less a clone~~

*Adam...*

*She raises her arms up, and gives him a hug. This was still... strange.

But good.*

A female you? That should be inter-

*facepalm* Adam. What's gotten into you.
Is she ready for a child? Somehow, I doubt it.

She's... younger than me. By about 6 years. Er. I'm 26. So it's not that bad.

No, she's not ready for the child. But the child seems to be insistent on being born anyway. So I wanted to ask you to help us. You at least know how it went up until the birth part? [awkward smile]

...Hm.

Well. I'm not going to deny you help- either of you. I'll save my opinion on this when the both of you are here.

In the meanwhile...
You mentioned something about movies.

I did. I've got this strange, flat television, too. the picture is so clear and the color is crisp!

... Want to watch some Westerns with me?

[looks through DVDs] I haven't gotten to watch any of that. They seem to be really recent though. It's comforting that there's still cowboy flicks in 2005.

"Brokeback Mountain"

A color television? I didn't realize the technology was out yet.

..A good choice. John Wayne is a fantastic actor.

*She glances at those.. odd cases.* What are those?
And what is a "Brokeback Mountain"? I've never heard of such a place in my travels.

They're movies contained in little plastic circles. [pops the brokeback mountain out] We can give this a shot.

It's probably not a real place. It seems to just be a story about cowboys. We should watch. [pops it in, presses some buttons and feels proud he can work it] [flops down on the comfortable couch, pats the seat next to himself]

...How can you contain an entire movie in a plastic circle? What happened to the physical roll of film?

Hn.

*Only slightly confused, she takes a seat next to him*
Well. I hope this is as good as the movies I've seen in the past.

I don't know how it works, either. But it does.

[put an arm around her shoulders to just be comforting]

Me too-

[They watch. And then the cowboys start getting frisky.]

Ah- uhr.

...

Adam.

This is an odd way to show your support...

OH GOD I DIDN'T KNOW THEY'D BE DOING THIS [leaps out of his seat, prying the DVD player open] Goddammit! New movies! You can't trust them....

[internal Baaawwwwwwww] [grabs disc, snaps it in half, throws it away from them]

... I've got some John Wayne.

...Quite.

*And she can't help but smile a little at that. He really did mean well, didn't he?*

John Wayne would be fine. *she nods, and finally takes some ice cream for herself*

Mmm.

[pops in the John Wayne, settles back down with her] You do like chocolate, right?

[nom nom nom ice cream] [cuddles up to Boss in a child-like manner, his head on her shoulder]

[It registered that he really did want to make up for lost time]

I've never disliked it. I suppose I don't have an opinion on it one way or the other.

[nom. It's quite good, actually.]
[Glancing down at him for a moment, she switches the ice cream to another hand and, with a bit of hesitation, wraps an arm around him.
Getting used to something like this.. it was foreign to her.]

Ration chocolate isn't very good, either.

[He holds her and squeezes, mentally putting all of his moments of wanting his mother into it. He's totally not going to admit it though.]

[The room is dark and if you're in long sleeves you won't feel him tear up ever so slightly]

[He feels angry at the Sorrow again for betraying her. He pretends for a moment that he doesn't actually betray others. This is different anyway.]

That it isn't. [She actually smiles a little at that]

...[At that squeeze... well, she can't help but pay more attention to him anyway, now that he's here, but.]

It's been too long.

[And she wraps her arms around him, hugging him gently]

You don't need to hold anything back. If you're angry, or upset- you won't be any less of a man for it.

[ If only she could take her own advice.]

Mother, I-

[smooths warbling from his voice]

I'm not the one trying to play stoic after something emotionally earth shattering. I know you were trying to be strong for him because he's so damn weak all of the time.

Nevertheless. What I've been trying to get to... What about your needs and wants? You do everything for everyone. This place is some sort of second chance. Embrace it.

Be selfish. [The end of his speech had the warbling fall back into it, much to his dismay. This is entirely private. So what if his mother sees him cry? He grips onto her, trying to stabilize himself.]

[She only continues to hold him, for a moment, listening. It just.. wasn't as simple as giving him up. Giving up what she was used to. Surely, he understood that.

Maybe he did, too, but she wasn't about to ask him anytime soon.]

...Nevermind my issues, Adam. I should think you have your own to worry about- you do not need the additional burden of my own troubles to add to them.

And as for myself-- well. I can.. deal with them, when the time is right.

[have a smoking snake!Big Boss slither into your room]

...Did someone say 'vodka'?

... What.

Wait. No. Yeah I was going the right way with that.

What.

...It's me, John, I was somehow trapped into a snake's body.

...Where's the booze?

Looking at you, I must have drunk it all. ...

Well. Considering the building.

Can snakes have alcohol? I'm pretty sure you can't sweat, so how are you going to get it out of your system...?

You're even smoking. You're going to kill yourself.

[remembers that particular piece of information]

[Thinks, puffs on cigar]

...Whatever. Life is for living etc.

So time are you from? Obviously we've met, but has Groznyj Grad been destroyed yet where you come from?

I'm 26. Last I saw you outside of the building, I was spying on you and you were trying to capture me and put me in your... Truck. With the blond thing. The annoying one.

Ah, good times, good times.

Just to let you know, I persuaded you to join. And the truck worked ~~stfu~~

How did you persuade me? [deadpan]

Because if it was anything less than the best blow job ever...

Oh, it was better than that.

[may have winked but hard to tell, being a snake with nictating membranes instead of eyelids etc.]

... Did you just wink?

Use clear language, you're missing too many limbs for body language.