[Let Sleeping Dogs Lie]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Some days after he tried to catch a nap with Snake, amazingly, this Big Boss has found sleep. LOTS of it. He's currently seated in a chair in the kitchen, with one foot up on a chair. Seems the bags that he had under his eye are now unpacked. That dark circle is gone. Even though in his waking hours, he knows that his ability to sleep through the night is fleeting, it's nice to have some shut eye now an again. He'd love nothing more than to make this an ongoing trend.]

((ooc: Wake him if you want. No guarantee that he'll be sweet.))

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[speechlessotaku.livejournal.com]

[Otacon has barely slept himself since arriving here in the Nexus. Thinking that food will make him feel better, he goes to the kitchen, carrying his laptop with him.

[Once he enters, he notices a man sleeping in a chair... Snake?! He walks over quietly and takes a closer look. This man certainly looks like Snake but not like his Dave; he's of a larger build and just seems different. Otacon decides it would be best to not wake him, just in case he'd be grumpy.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Zzzzz...

[And John snores. Occasionally he mumbles some incoherent words.]

_{...mmh...anaconda...}

[speechlessotaku.livejournal.com]

[Otacon walks over to the counter and gently sets down his laptop; if this man is anything like Dave, he'll be a pretty light sleeper. He overhears what he mumbles in his sleep and raises an eyebrow at it, but doesn't question it much.

[He reaches up and opens a cabinet door, but as soon as he does, a very poorly balanced, expensive-looking plate on top of a pile slides out. Given that his instinct to flee is very strong, Otacon backs up a couple of steps and the plate hits the edge of the counter before falling further to the floor and breaking into pieces. Otacon, fortunately, is unhurt, but the impact was loud and--]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[SNORT] Hnh!? [John jerks awake, almost falling out of his chair.] Whazzat?

[speechlessotaku.livejournal.com]

["Ah, sorry," he mouths and immediately crouches down to carefully pick up the pieces-- thankfully, there aren't many of them. A little afraid to see the man's reaction, he doesn't look up at him.]

[oh god how did this tl;dr get here]

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Null stands in the doorway of the kitchen, looking in at the sleeping figure inside. It's been quite a while since he had found himself around this particular Big Boss. He feels an odd sense of hesitation as he stands there, watching the man resting. Be it a growing concern for disturbing him or something deeper, he can't rightly say.]

[...How foolish. The perfect soldier is not to fall prey to these mental conflicts. He does as his mission dictates -- and his "mission" is currently to seek sustenance. He enters the kitchen, keeping his steps light as he moves to seek something in the fridge.]

[He opens the door... And finds bacon. He knows how to use the stove. He's seen someone cook this before. The perfect soldier is going to make perfect bacon.]

[And so he proceeds to take out a skillet to fry up a few strips. Stove on, set to a proper heat and into the frying pan a couple of strips go.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[The kid is certifiably insane if he thinks that the sound and the SMELL of bacon cooking is something a Big Boss can sleep through. The man's nose twitches, every moment longer the strips fry in the pan until his eye creaks open.]

_bacon?

[He shifts drowsily to get a better look of who's cooking food on the stove.]

_Frank?

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Null drops his spatula and immediately turns around, bringing a hand up in a salute. Whatever conflict he's felt has been replaced by his sense of duty; a Big Boss at any age is still his commander. He doesn't want to make the same mistake he did recently, unintentionally showing disrespect towards one of the older versions of his commander.]

I apologize if I have disturbed you.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. At ease.

[He blinks then focuses on the task at hand.] You...are cooking?

Who are you making breakfast for? Where's your keeper? [Referring to Elisa.]

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[After getting his ass handed to him in the 80s room (http://community.livejournal.com/fissionmailed/779739.html?thread=66538971#t66538971) and being passed out in a random hallway for a few days, Raikov finally woke up, his face covered in nasty bruises. He decided to find a kitchen so he could get some ice on them.]

[He stops in the doorway as he sees who is already in the kitchen. Big Boss. And sleeping no less! Was this the day Raikov would finally get his revenge?]

[He stalked up to the sleeping Big Boss, his quest for ice momentarily forgotten.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Raikov should take note of the fact that John isn't snoring at the moment...]

[therealraikov.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately Raikov isn't smart enough to notice that kind of thing.]

[He thought on how he should do it, but settled on the easy, fast route. Slowly he reached down, grabbing onto his Makarov, preparing to point it at Big Boss' forehead...]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He opens his eye.]

What...the Hell?

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

[Hey, Ursula's "defenseless Big Boss" senses are tingling.]

[The sound of combat boots lightly making their way across the kitchen floor may or may not be noticeable.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Not so 'defenseless', just asleep.]

[And that sound is noticeable. Enough to wake him from a deep sleep so he's no longer snoring, but he doesn't make a move from the pseudo-reclined position that he's currently in.]

[elisurla.livejournal.com]

....

[This is Ursula telekinetically pulling your chair out from under you.]

[Mature teenager is mature.]


[Well, actually, if you want to be technical about it- Ursula herself has only existed for 8 or 9 years...]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Hnh? [He grunts because even while half-asleep...his big butt can feel that, and the sensation wakes him up fully.]

_{What on Earth?}

[miss-sigint.livejournal.com]

[She wonderd around the building for a while. She's still getting used to that place, but she's quite glad whne she finds a kitchen. After all, she's starving.]

Ah, groovy ~!

[She walks in and, quickly, she notices the man sleeping there. Now, he looks awfully familiar. In fact, he looks exactly like the Naked Snake she knows. Except that, well, he's a man.

Thinking that she shouldn't wake him up, she tip toes to the other side of the kitchen, with her tool belt making low tingling noises as she walks.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John can hear that tinkling noise as the woman wanders by. He makes no moves from his current spot, instead he observes her by listening.]

[miss-sigint.livejournal.com]

[She reaches the other side of the kitchen and is glad that, apparently, he's still sleeping. Opening up the cabinet in front of her, she starts looking for anything easy to make. She smiles widely when her eyes rest on a large ceral box.]

Just what I needed!

[Grabbing the box, she closes the cabinet and, almost automatically, starts whistling some song as she walks to the cupboard to get a bowl. She suddenly stops whistling and looks at the man again.]

Damn! I think I woke him up!

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Could you be any louder? Hrrrn-

[He groans as he sits upright properly.]

_{I suppose that's what I get for falling asleep in a kitchen.}

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[David just stares at Big Boss, a little confused.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[The man just snooores.]

Zzzzz~!

[clonesoldier.livejournal.com]

[His obscure fasination with the man caused David to approach him further. He hunched down a little, as though observing some wild beast, watching how his body rose and fell in time with his breathing.]

[The boy ducked his head down until it was very close up, nearly touching noses with the older man. He licked his own lips in determination, and then prodded him on the nose.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Mmmh.

[He exhales a deep, drowsy-sounding moan in protest to being prodded.]