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A Snake. One of many in this place, one who often keeps to himself.
Something got him out of his hole. Probably doesn't matter what. He wanders the halls restlessly. Occasionally, he opens a door to see what lies beyond. So far nothing has caught his interest. Especially when most doors lead to bad memories of places past. He sighed after awhile, finally stopping to lean against a wall and light up a cigarette.
Something got him out of his hole. Probably doesn't matter what. He wanders the halls restlessly. Occasionally, he opens a door to see what lies beyond. So far nothing has caught his interest. Especially when most doors lead to bad memories of places past. He sighed after awhile, finally stopping to lean against a wall and light up a cigarette.
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Now that he'd finally run into this Snake again, Otacon was hesitant to let him out of his sight.
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He shifts and looks around, "Any ideas?"
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"You're always the one with ideas... I just need something to do."
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"W-well...when I need something to do, I usually dismantle a toaster and put it back together." Not like that little fact was at all helpful.
"Or...well, I've been trying to teach myself how to cook."
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The cooking part is interesting though, he tilts his head to the side, "You can cook?"
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Otacon's hands went to his pockets as an embarrassed look came to his face.
"Well...no. That's why I said 'trying'."
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"What'd you make?"
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