fissionmailed | obligatory fourth of july post

'Selfish' is an understatement.

You can crave my company just as easily if I were dead.

[He lets him have that cigar.]

I figured you did, anyway since I have seen so little of you. Either of you. [Shit, if he was wanted so badly to be alive, the people that revived him could at least visit him every once in a while. Nno, the old bastard isn't bitter or anything.]

Hnh. [A scoff.]

You're trying to make me pity you on purpose. _{And believe me, when we are dead, I will still admire you. It has only grown with time.}

[He breathes out the smoke around Big Boss.] You are just as guilty for hiding away as we are. How long have you been avoiding us? Avoiding her?

You might have my heart, John, but you won't have my pity. You're far better than this.

[ASDFGHJKL! Nnever.]

Hrn...I'm here now, aren't I? As much as I would rather not be, I am here.

You can either make the most of it or not.

Your choice.

[His eyes slant.] We just happened to be in the same place at the same time. You wouldn't have willingly searched for me.

For months, I've been stuck in this place. You never came to me when I needed a friend. But ever did you hear me complain about it.

I carried on, because I have to. Not because I want to.

Is that so?

How long have you been here? I haven't seen you around until fairly recently.

Four months today.

'Four months'...? [John whispers out to himself.]

...

[Shit, that IS a long time.]

[Ocelot stubs out the cigar into the railing.]

_Yes. [He closed his eyes.]

I know I am partly responsibile for your being alive right now, but if you hate me so much for giving you life then leave. I won't be sent on a guilt trip. Not after the life I've lived.

[He was about to swallow his pride and his anger and apologize, but that was before Ocelot spoke again.]

...

[He rubs his forehead, trying his best not to get any more angry but he's failing at that miserably, so he turns to leave so he can fume elsewhere. John is even more baffled than he once was before as to why he was resurrected after this conversation. If Adam thought he would be thankful for being given the curse of life again, he was sorely mistaken...]

Right.

[He clenches his bony, old fists tight, chokes back his raging torrent of anger, and heads back toward the door. He needs to go clear his head and calm down before he continues to speak to this man.]

[Perhaps coercing Big Boss to fight would have been negligent of him, but Ocelot couldn't help moving towards the older man and following his gut instinct. He hadn't truly believed that Big Boss hated him... If he was hated so, he would rather finish this like men.]

[He strode after him and grabbed his wrist, forcing him to turn around. He stared at him defiantly; his eyes still possessed the same flare they did all those years ago.]

We have a score to settle.

[He can't believe what he just heard, but yet...he can and the pace of his heart quickens.]

You have got to be- [He snatches back his hand from Adam's grip.] -kidding me.

[Ocelot clasps his fingers into his coat and carelessly tugs it from his body, letting it drop against the wind.]

Show me what you've got, Snake.

You never knew when to quit.

[He grumps his words at him.]

Your determination is admirable but borderlines on foolish.

You should know me by now. I never settle things without a fight.

[Ocelot clenched his fist.] Why is it foolish?

Because you will never beat me.

This isn't about me beating you, or being the superior. What I can't stand is that look in your eye.

So come at me. Whatever anger or emotion you feel, you will take it out on me.

That look...won't go away so easily. [Yet, it's already being diffused as they speak.]

[He flexes his hands, cracking his knuckles.]

You aren't my personal punching bag, Adam. I won't use you as such.

People aren't meant to be used.

[Ocelot scoffed.]

Friends do what friends must. If it will calm you, I'd rather you give me what for.

[He sighs] Truthfully...It won't.

Not this time. [This time it would just make him feel guilty.]

...

[He does ogle that tight set of abs you got there, Adam. That's helping a bit.]

[After allowing a moment to pass, Ocelot turns away defeatedly, crouching down to pluck up his coat.]

Have it your way.

I usually do.

[He is a little sad to see those abs go, but he steals a glance at that ass while he's got the chance.]

[He rises to his feet again, resting his coat over his forearm.]

I suppose I should leave then.

You don't have to go anywhere unless that is your desire.

[His gaze seems to wash over him.]

I've no other reason to be here. I'm not going to be celebrating.

[For once, Ocelot isn't concentrating on that wandering gaze.]

Not even a tiny bit hungry?

_{Hn...well, I suppose you probably aren't are you?}

Fine...

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