I've got you under my skin

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss is currently cleaning up his office on the first floor. He was glad to have missed Halloween, but was now left to clear up the mess littered all over the floor and over his desk. He was not pleased; candy wrappers, party poppers, egg shells. You name it. He had to clean it.]

[He slumped down in his seat irritably once he had dumped the majority of mess into the trash and decided to make a broadcast. His commanding voice boomed out to the Nexus.]

It has come to my attention that the recent festivities have been used to exploit this building. I don't care what you do outside or amongst yourselves, but MY OFFICE IS OFF LIMITS! If I find out who wrecked this room, I will hunt you down.

That is all.

[Big Boss fell back in his chair and attempted to get some paperwork done.]

Comments

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Please!

[He clenches his fists, and looks at you. Tries to determine what does your expression mean, and fails.] I-I need to know. Please.

I. I care about him.

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox doesn't recognize this kid as being one of Big Boss' orphans -- but it's not far fetched that the man would've taken in a few others during his time here. In a sense, it means Hal's part of the Zanzibar "family" in a way... He deserves something better than a cursory response.]

...He's dead.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Oh god.

[He had suspected that since he first saw the blood. That doesn't mean that the confirmation of it doesn't hurt.]

[Hal leans in the wall, and slowly slides down until he's sitting on the floor.]

[zanzibarasshole.livejournal.com]

[Fox just continues to mop, remaining stoic as he works.]

...Stand up, soldier. He wouldn't want you to mourn.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

C-can't help it.

[He stands up, nevertheless.]