[Woof]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake grunts as he jerks awake, stiffly, since he fell asleep on the floor in the hallway real classy-like.  Next to him is an empty whiskey bottle.  He groans and runs his hands over his face and even though no one is around to see it, he's still embarrassed.  He hopes that he didn't do anything stupid.]

Hn?

[Something on his neck is 'itching' him.  Snake touches his neck to scratch and he feels something leathery.]

[He woke up with it on; a simple brown collar with soft, blue kidskin lining. He doesn't like it.  It has a damn ring on the front...where someone could potentially attach a lead.  Great.]

What...the Hell?

Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?

[This Nexus is really starting to get on his last nerve...and Snake's last nerve must be pretty strong-]

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[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Hal walks by, and stops in his tracks when he notices Snake on the floor.]

[He glances at the bottle with a vague know-it-all understanding as to knowing the alcohol was the reason he was out in the hallway.]

Oh Snake...

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at Hal then averts his eyes.]

...

[otaconic.livejournal.com]

[Hal resists the urge to scritch behind his ear.]

[Really really tries to resist.]

...

Need some help?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He tries to stand but he's still actually pretty inebriated and he stumbles into the wall with his right shoulder, hard.] Aa-!

damn wall... [It kept him from falling back down to the floor, at least.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

[He's just walking by, having his fill of Snake baiting for the day, when he sees- that collar.]

[He stares at it for a moment.]

...

[Then bursts into laughter.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He just glares at him through bleary eyes.]

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

What happen? You finally realize you are dog and decide to dress like one?

[He sees the ring for a leash and just starts laughing even more.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[Snake is drunkenly snarling at Alek now, which is not helping his case at all.]

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[Screaming mantis bent over and picked up the empty bottle. She looked at him slightly concerned.]

What kind of trouble have you been getting into?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnn- [He groans, not quite sentient just yet.] Huh?

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[She tossed the bottle aside]

Snake?

[Just leave it be!] [Hush you!]

Can you tell me what happened to you?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He sits up slowly, rubbing his head, further messing up his already unkempt hair.]

What?

[He squints his eyes trying to focus on her face.] I don't remember...

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head with an amused smile.]

Well, I guess people have different tastes when it comes to accessories.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He groans in her general direction.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

What? I mean, it's not something I would wear, but I suppose you look quite charming in it.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I didn't choose to wear this.

I woke up like this.

[Lays on his back and groans.]

[nakedrabbit.livejournal.com]

[Hmnnn.. The guard dogs back home used to wear those... Rabbit cocks his head at Snake.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

... [Snake just sighs]

[nakedrabbit.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't look like he likes his new collar.. Maybe Rabbit should give it a try in gnawing it off.]

[american-fox.livejournal.com]

[Hey guess who still thinks you're Big Boss]

Hi Snake ~ <3

[Oh Noes...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hello.

[american-fox.livejournal.com]

Looks like you've been having fun without me.

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

What... happened?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake looks up at Big Boss and furrows his eyebrows. He is the absolute last person he would have wanted to find him in this state.]

I...don't remember.

[He reaches up and rubs the back of his aching head.]

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

[All the more reason.]

Hm. Are you injured?

[He walks over and ignores his personal space. He runs a hand over his head to feel for injuries.]