[I Shot the Sheriff]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He did a bad thing today. It's rather sobering but he did it...and it was easy. It felt good, but at the same time so horrible.

BUT

He knows the old man will regenerate with a more focused anger than before, and frankly, Snake isn't ready to take the brunt of that.]

Sshhhhit.

[Snake wanders back to the bar, sits down, and hangs his head, thinking, trying to figure out what to do for when the old man returns. He could use some help but he's got no one. He's not surprised by this, or even all that saddened. He knows he did it to himself and he's not surprised that he finds himself alone again.]

((ooc: Snake is an idiot. Oy vey.))

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[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Halie could nearly feel him swallow. She mirrored the action.]

...Was it an accident? I mean uh... He'll come back, right?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head slowly.] No...it wasn't an accident.

I shot and killed him...out of spite.

_{What have I become?}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

...He was an evil man. He did bad things. He hurt you.

As much as I don't condone killing... he must have done something to draw those emotions out of you.

[She cupped his face, tenderly stroking his bearded cheeks.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I could have just let him leave...but I killed him.

[He closes his eyes once he's being caressed.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Maybe you could have gone about it a little differently... But things can change when he comes back right?

[Halie didn't like how much this was tearing Dave up. Physically, it seemed, as well as mentally.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

When he comes back, I'm sure that I'll be the one to die. It's just a matter of when and how.

_Ugh.

[His stomach is in knots.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She frowned stubbornly.]

I'm not gonna let that happen. I refuse to believe you just 'acted on impulse' to kill him without a purpose.

[She tilted his head to make him look up.] You've got to promise me you won't let him do that to you.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

He made me angry...and-

I shot him.

[He actually makes eye-contact with her, albeit painfully. He can barely look at her without feeling a copious amount of pure shame at his lack of self-control.]

_{...I don't know if I can keep him at bay. I can try.}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Snake...

[She breathed out slowly and rested her hands down on his shoulders inseead.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He shivers slightly.]

I...don't know.

[He feels physically ill as if he had just taken 100 lives and not just 1.]

_{I don't know.}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Otacon's brows knit together in a frown when she felt him shiver.]

There's nothing of you... Geeze, when was the last time you ate?

[She wrapped her arms around him again to try and keep him warm.] _{What am I gonna do with you, Dave?}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I don't remember.

[He looks at her.]

_{Don't let go?}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

...

I won't, as long as you promise to try and eat something if I make it for you?

[She was trying her best to put on a brave face, but she hated seeing him like this...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...alright.

[He furrows his brows, unsure about this, but what does he have to lose? Her friendship if he doesn't comply, that's what.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[More like being subjected to her fretting and stubborn nature.]

[As promised, she kept her arms around him as she gently eased off his lap, encouraging him to stand.]

I haven't stocked up on food in a while. You mind if we head to the kitchen instead?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He gets up slowly on somewhat shaky legs. He's still not feeling so well from what he's done.]

It's fine. Yeah.

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Her hands motioned down to clasp into Dave's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze and then began to take a slow stroll back out into the hallway in search of the kitchen.]

What can you stomach right now? I'm not that great of a cook, so simplistic is better. _{Especially since I don't want to poison you on top of this.}

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I don't really know. I'm not hungry.

[Right now, he's just happy to walk with her.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Snake. You said you'd eat something.

[She stared at him with a frown, but kept their hands clasped together. Another squeeze, followed by the gentle motion of her thumb massaging his knuckles.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Alright, alright...

[Seeing her pouty little frown breaks his heart.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Maybe a liquid-based product, or something bland so it won't upset your stomach. If you haven't eaten much of anything, it's best not to force a three-course meal down your throat.

[Halie coaxed Dave into the kitchen. She encouraged him to take a seat on one of the more comfortable seats and immediately started checking cupboards.]

Spaghetti? Or uh... noodles... Spaghetti noodles?

Or a broth-based ramen. The slurpy texture should help. They're pretty filling. Hmh... or just a sandwich?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He slumps in a nearby chair.]

Anything is fine, Halie. I'm not picky.

[He sighs, sounding a bit tired and defeated.]

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Alright...

[She breathed out a bit, grabbing a packet of spaghetti noodles. She opened out the packet, and then found a pot of tomato puree for the mix. It was instant because she didn't trust her own cooking. This was better than nothing anyway.]

[She turned to look for a pan and added some water into it, before bringing it up to heat on the stove.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He looks over to what she is doing, watching her with some interest.]

_{Hn. Is that tasty?}

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[She stirred the spaghetti and the puree together, mixing it up and tried to make it as tasty as possible. She added a pinch of salt and pepper, and then found some basil leaves to mix in.]

You wanna try some?