WHY HAS NOBODY DONE THIS YET SERIOUSLY

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[After this.

Big Boss has successfully pulled up his pants again, thank you very much. After he'd done that, he carried a STRANGELY SUICIDAL FOX back to his room to have a nice chat with him.

In order to do that, though, he had to take all weapons (jesus how many knives does this kid have) from him and tie him up first. With some rope. To a bedpost, sitting up. YES HIS LEGS ARE TIED TOGETHER TOO OK JUST TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE

So there's a very dressed and upset BB sitting on a chair and a half naked Fox tied to a bed who is still unconscious.

IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

....Yet.]



((for frankly_mdear))

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[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[When Fox wakes, it is not a drawn-out process. As consciousness returns, he immediately snaps his eyes open. He quickly assesses the situation.

Well, at least he isn't gagged.]

...Hn.

Now that's the Big Boss I know.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

What, do I knock out and tie up suicidal idiots on a regular basis in the future?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

You certainly take a strong hand to your subordinates. Honestly, I was starting to miss that.

Well? I'm all ears, commander.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

....

[Doesn't even want to ask about that.]

Stop calling me that.

What were you thinking?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[You probably don't want to know, yeah.]

The same thing I'm thinking now.

The collar kills me in two weeks regardless. I've made my peace on what I think about it. A slow death doesn't interest me.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[Finds it really hard to believe this is the boy he rescued not too long ago. At the same time...]


I told you what you can do about it. You were accusing me of accepting the circumstances before. You're doing the exact same thing right now.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[He tosses the hair out of his eyes.]

Like father, like son? You'll forgive me for putting my own spin on it, I hope.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

Now you're just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn.

Anyway, in that case. [FOLDS ARMS IN FRONT OF HIS CHEST.] I've got the whole day and more. I won't release you until you promise to drop the thought.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

...Hmph.

[Has the patience to outlast ANYONE, even Big Boss.]

Suit yourself. I don't have any intention of changing how I feel about it. I don't use women.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

Shame. Don't deprive them of something as handsome as you.

[Stands up, walks to the kitchen.]

Hungry?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

I don't think they'd appreciate being a means to an end. Would you, or I?

[CAN SUPPRESS HUNGER FOR DAYS, BITCH, JUST TRY HIM. >(]

No, thank you.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[Totally makes himself a sandwich.]

Who says they wouldn't enjoy it? Or that you wouldn't?

Most women aren't fragile or weak. The one's here certainly aren't.

[Comes back and sits down on his chair again. OMNOMNOM, sandwich, bitch.]

Alternatively, if gender is your only concern, you could always settle for a guy.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[Fox scoffs, looking away. No woman wants to be treated that way. It may be beyond him to ever understand them or make them happy, but why should he intentionally bring them misery?

He lifts his head at the alternative suggestion.]

Hnn. I did always admire your pragmatism. It's no good here, though. I wouldn't abuse a man's trust like that, either.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[Quietly omnomnom's at his sandwich. He's really, really calm right now, and patient.]


And if that man is in the same predicament?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

...

[Is not stupid, sir.]

Your collar's feeling tight, huh?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[Raises brow. Cough.]

I was not talking about myself.

[...But yeah, it does feel tight and swallowing is painful.]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[Not impressed.]

Who, then?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

My, uh.

[Uuuuhhh...]

My brother?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

Funny, you never mentioned him, sir.

[Scowls at the other's collar. HE CAN SEE IT'S CUTTING INTO THE SKIN YOU KNOW.]

Why don't we stop mincing words and address the problem? Why are you here babysitting when you should be out getting that taken care of, if it's so important?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[grunt] Wonder why.

...Hmph.[so he noticed, eh]

I don't have a problem. You have a problem.

It looks tighter than it is.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[Eyes narrow.]

How many days?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

...Twelve.

[SO WHAT HMPHHHHH oh christ why am I talking about my sex problems with FRANK seriously]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

What, are there no whores in this place?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[e_e]

Weren't you speaking about women so highly just a second ago? What makes you thing I'd be using anyone like that.

'Sides, I have somebody to take care of it.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

We're talking about you, not me. You've already indicated you're playing this game. I suppose it's reassuring to hear you haven't sworn off all of your principles.

So where is she?