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]

[He's only distantly aware of being moved. The return of fresh oxygen is prolonging the euphoria of the moment. And he doesn't really care how badly he hurts. Like his torturers in the Frelimo were any kinder.

He's long since accepted what he is.]

...modest as always, sir.

If not for you, I'd have no reason to live.

[His name is 'Frank' for a reason. And he says it with love.]

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[He sighs. He really doesn't want to argue about this right now. Frank's beaten up enough right now.]

Forgive me that my perspective is slightly different.

And life is a good enough reason to live.

Wait here. I'll get a towel.

[He gets up to his feet and searches for his pants to slip into them again. Hrn. He'll have some cold water run over that while he is in the bathroom.]

[He returns five minutes later with a wet, warm towel.]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[Fox hasn't really moved in the interim. Just because he can fight with half his body broken doesn't mean he feels like exacerbating his injuries for no good reason. And he's in no danger here he hasn't put himself in personally.

He lies patiently as Big Boss starts to treat him. He rests his cheek on an arm and closes his eyes. If he has to be cared for, it's soothing that it's him, at least.]

...

That still didn't serve any purpose.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

Maybe not.

[He quietly continues to clean him, carefully. He'd like to clean his front too, but he doubts he'll do Fox any favour if he turns him around to lie on his back.]

Things don't always make sense. Oftentimes people just operate on...instincts. Or their own definition of justice.

Hrmn.

[Cleans his thighs now.]

I guess somewhere in the process I forgot what I really wanted.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[This isn't really about collars or sex, Fox knows. It's the fact that he's a specter from the future.]

...

Let go of all that.

You didn't lose sight of anything.

I'm just a stubborn kid, that's all.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[That's what YOU think, Fox. XD BB has a ~hunch~.]

That too.

[He pats his ass lightly once he finishes up. Lightly.]

...And all of this on your first day. What were you doing anyway before ending up here?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

--Tch.

[Is enough of a gymnast that he can pretty well lift himself with just his arms now. He imagines Big Boss doesn't want him lying like a wounded animal on his floor forever.

He might stagger slightly when he lands on his feet. At least he's agile enough to pick up his trousers with just a foot, since bending over would be less than agreeable at the moment.]

Before? You were briefing me on an errand to fortify our national defense. We have our own country now.

[smirk]

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[FOX AND HIS FEET]

[Big Boss gets up from the floor as well. He's really a bit impressed with how agile Fox is.]

We've got what now?

[Blinks.]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

It's a piece we cut out of Badakhshan, called Zanzibar Land. Population of about 40,000. It's not much, but it's home.

[Getting his trousers on is a little more complicated, but he manages.]

If you want to get out the top half of my fatigues from wherever you hid them, I'll show you the insignia.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[THAT'S A REALLY STUPID NAME, WHERE DID HE COME UP WITH THAT. SCRABBLE?]

[Seriously. He just made his own country? Who would've thought. Hm.]

...Right.

[He walks around the other side of the bed and tosses said thing to him.]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[BE GLAD FRANK ISN'T SHOWING YOU THE OUTER HEAVEN INSIGNIA, BB.]

[Of course, having the rest of his fatigues back is an excellent opportunity to get dressed properly first. When he's finished, he points out the patch on his shoulder. Big Boss might notice there are several other patches denoting rank as well.]

The military is largely foreign legion. Think the San Heironymo operation on... a much larger scale.

You're well-liked among your men.

[Still smiling.

Not a sad smile.

Not even a little.]

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[HE'D PROBABLY FIND IT AWESOME]

Huh.

A colonel? [He also notices the Dogs of War patch. He assumes that's a--] Of a mercenary unit.

[He places a hand on his hip and frowns.]

When do I come up with that idea?

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

In '95. After-- [He doesn't really want to talk about Outer Heaven.] --a long time spent in Foxhound. That's where you ran into me again. As my commanding officer.

...

Of course, we're both here now, so...

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

...But I just left FOXHOUND.

[HMMM. YOU'RE NOT TELLING ME EVERYTHING FRANK.]

'95. I'd be sixty-five by then.

...Didn't think I'd live that long.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

[If you ignore the timeline long enough it goes away on its own~]

You could be a man half your age the way you stay in shape. That part never changes.

[He notices he's been thumbing his collar absently. And stops.]

...

Do you really want to know any of this? I can stop.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

Really.

[He shakes his head.]

No, I know too much already. I shouldn't have asked.

...But I guess I'm kind of glad that you have a future. Not a perfect one, but it's a start.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

My fault for starting in with it.

But, I did want you to know the gratitude I feel. I meant what I said before.

[beat]

All of it.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

...Alright.

I guess we're even now.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

...

All right.

[Locates his boots and LOL FLIPS THEM UP INTO THE AIR WITH A FOOT TO CATCH THEM so he doesn't have to bend over.]

I'll be out of your way from now on, then. Thanks for explaining about the collars.

[Asking about the machete and knives will be a hassle... And he doesn't really need them, when it's all said and done.]

--And for indulging me, as well. Don't let it get that bad again. It's really depressing being able to pants you in public.

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

Hmph.

No, you can stay here.

Frank. Unless you want to get away from me.

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

...

You're already living with someone, aren't you? Don't you think that'll get awkward?

[philanthropism.livejournal.com]

[approaching footsteps can be heard from outside]

[faintly] Is anyone home?

[inherent-sin.livejournal.com]

[Speak of the devil! :D]

...Uh.

You better sit-- [Nah] ...get comfortable.

[GOES TO OPEN THE DOOR YAY.]

[frankly-mdear.livejournal.com]

...?

[What is this terrible sinking feeling...]

[philanthropism.livejournal.com]

[approaching] Just thought you should know, but we're out of--

[stands in the doorway, looking a little less grumpy than usual today. That, of course, changes when he catches sight of Fox; now, his expression changes to one of honest surprise]

...Coffee, I guess.