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[A Liquid Ocelot appears on the rooftops. He is staring out across the railings, eyes scoping down to the Nexus below. His entire surroundings have changed from his last whereabouts, and confusion stiffles onto his face.]

[Naturally, he remains calm, but his eyes sharpen beneath his sunglasses propped against the bridge of his nose. He stares down at his walkie-talkie, firmly in his grasp, listening to the static motion on the other side. It was clear he was out of range.]

This is not the Middle East.

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[It only proved his loyalty, that after all this time, he remembered his beret. In fact, despite not wearing it anymore for various reasons, he still had his precious beret stowed away in his keep-safe box. Every now and then, he would return to it and give it a stroke, reminiscing his youth. It was always so smooth and soft, and this beret was his. He knew it.]

[Ocelot ran his finger around the edge of the hat leisurely, stroking with a hint of a purr in the back of his throat. He allowed his finger to inspect the inner section of the silken hat. It was still so smooth and untouched.]

Mmm...

OH BBY

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[The nostalgic treatment assured the beret entirely that this was indeed its owner. It could sense that its earlier assumption had been correct, that this role Ocelot was in was one that it could not help with for now, save for reminding him of better days.]

[The threads shuddered with the lingering, languid touch, stitches along the band tightening with the familiar vibration of that low noise settling throughout its always stylish color. The lining grew warm when a slender finger carefully checked it for any harmful wear; of course it was still pristine, it didn't willingly put out for let itself be worn by any one else (except that one time with Fear, but that was out of necessity).]

[The flop grew heavy with happiness, pressing down into Ocelot's hand with pleased, lazy inquiry as to what he desired of it]