[DATING SIM] A chance to destroy a nice, romantic atmosphere

[foxhoundmantis.livejournal.com]

[Look, a chance to see that rare creature--a somewhat content (Love Interest) Mantis! He's found himself a massive outdoor concert hall, an orchestra warming up on stage. Out on the lawn seats, with a blanket and a special someone and the stars twinkling in the sky, it could be really quite romantic.

Mantis is sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair under the canopy, muttering about acoustics.

And the program starts. Go be romantic with someone who is not Mantis, for the love of Christ (obvious exception aside).]

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[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Navigation, and boredom. At night in the desert there isn't much else to look at.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

I'd guess not.

[He continues to look up, listening to the music.]

...

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[looks amused]

You're pronouncing ellipsis. You've been around Snake too much.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

That's not true-!

...

[starts laughing]

Well, maybe a little true.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

That's what brother always does when he has something he wants to say, but wants you to ask first.

...So, what is it?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Well.

[clears his throat]

It's probably the atmosphere. But.


I wouldn't be adverse to, er.

-Well, never mind.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[lazily, leaning back]

To what?

[3generations.livejournal.com]

To-

[He turns a little to lean on his side, and look at him]

y'see-

[Pauses, looking at him silently for a moment]

[He quickly leans down, attempting a kiss, but it's poorly aimed and lands on Liquid's cheek. After failure get, he pulls away and turns, looking back up at the sky]

..Sorry.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid's eyebrows rise.]

[+10]

[He sits up.]

[Tries to catch Otacon's eye.]

Stop apologizing.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Uh, right.

[Hesitantly looks over at him, his face looking slightly flushed]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid turns away a little to hide a smirk]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

-What's so funny?

[sits up to mightily frown at him. Frowning!]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

You are.

...

There's nothing to be so shy about.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

-There isn't?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Of course not.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

Oh.

Well.. [looks him over again]

Would you mind if I tried again?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[A slow smile comes over Liquid's face.]

Why don't you.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

..Alright.

[There's a hand on your shoulder, Liquid, that's slowly tugging to get you to look over here]

Ah.

[He quickly leans in-the nervousness is back- and kisses him again. Success, y/n?]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid moves toward him and softly kisses back]

[+5]

[definite Y]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He's still a little nervous about this, but he's not exactly bolting for the hills, either]

[There's a hand gently pressed against his cheek, but it's shaking just a tiny little bit.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Puts a hand on his shoulder to steady him, conscious of how easily he could be scared off.]

[The slight trembling touches him and makes him feel strange. He hasn't known this kind of kind, hesitant touch since- never.]

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[Blush icon get]

[He presses into him just lightly, and may possibly be placing his other hand on on Liquid's back. It's there.]

[The hand on his cheek stays there, brushing lightly over his skin.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid's other arm comes around him]

[He massages his shoulder and smiles a little at the continued contact.]

psst. corny tag is corny.

[3generations.livejournal.com]

[He.. kind of forgets to breathe, and pulls away just enough to catch his breath, his lips hovering over Liquid's]

This is nice.

[Otacon slowly leans towards him again, leaving little trails of kisses on Liquid's lips]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[a slow smile]



[restraining the urge to knock him over and ravish him]