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[There's a young Snake roaming around, seemingly looking for someone. He has a concerned, fleeting look on his face. Despite his training to mask his emotions, he can't help the frown currently furrowing his brows.]

[He's lost someone important. He can't find her anywhere. No matter where he searched, Dr. Clark was no where to be seen.]

[He picked up his pace, moving from a stride, to a jog, to a sprint. His bandanna zipped about behind him, flying around his head. He panted, trying so desperately to find his carer, but when he eventually reached the lobby from searching the hallways of the entire building, he collapsed on a bench in exhaustion, panting hard.]

[Sweat dripped down David's face as he hunched over, trying his best to prevent his frustration from surfacing, but the obvious grimace on his face remained permenantly fixed.]

_Damnit...

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[This was starting to sound so repetitive. Why were so many people trying to take on the burden of a parental role? A figure of sorts? David was responsible, wasn't he? Or did those responsibilities diminish once he reached a certain age? Did he revert back to being a helpless child when he reached his thirties?]

[He hoped not. But it certainly seemed that way. So many bonds tying him here--]

Alright.

[Not that he would be taking him up on that offer any time soon. That applied to anyone.]

[John knows better, but he'd be an even MORE horrible Father if he didn't offer the boy solace.]

I suppose, then, that I should take my leave.

[He stands back up slowly, his back is sore. That's what John gets for being so damn old.]

[David's eyes flickered over to John when he stood up. He noticed the pause and hesitance as he rose up, and wondered what was wrong with him.]

[He followed suit, stumbling much faster to his feet and stood in front of John, staring up at the much taller man. He stayed there for a while, mulling over things in his mind. He had so much he wanted to ask him, for this one seemed like he might actually listen to him properly.]

I want to talk to you. But I don't know what I want to ask.

[John, being a bit surprised, stops in his tracks once the boy positions himself in front of him, but he gazes down at him calmly. Regardless, there's an obvious glint of hope in his eye.]

You do?

Hmm. [The old man rubs his chins.] There's no need to rush things if you aren't entirely ready. When you know what you wish to ask me, I will be available to you.

[David bowed his head obediantly. He understood the difference in their abilities. After all, he had tried to take the man down in his frustration before, but to no avail. This man before him was strong and powerful, and it would take him a very long time, including a vast amount of training to be at a level where he could be ready to take John on.]

Where do you live?

I live far on the other side of the Nexus away from everyone.

I'm in that part where people think that there is nothing.

...

[A disconcerting look appeared on David's face. He refused to look away from that single eye staring down at him.]

Why?

No one wants to live near a Big Boss.

I don't blame them, really. I like to keep to myself, anyway. It's for the best.

Is that because you try to hug people all the time?

[He gave him a sort of pouting look.; He still hasn't gotten over that. He really wasn't used to such contact.]

Me? No. Not me, specifically.

[Not that he doesn't want to-]

It's not something that I do to those who do not want or deserve it. That would be an invasion of one's personal space...

... I thought so.

[He hands remain at his sides, curled up a little as he watched the old man above.]

I'll believe you. For now.

Good. [He nods.]

...

[He doesn't want to walk around the boy, but if he doesn't particularly need John around he will take his leave.]

Is there anything else...I can help you with, Son?

[David had to think of a long moment.]

[But decides not to ask anything else. Big Boss looks like a man that led a busy life. Not only that, but he didn't want to bother him further. He had to take some time to get his head around the idea that this one wasn't as bad as the other he had met.]

No.

Alright...

[He slowly steps around him and wanders off down the hall to God-knows-where.]

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