[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.))

Comments

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to hide from my fate.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Assistance, then. I don't know what fluke you keep running into that allows you to defeat Father, but luck never lasts for long.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

He underestimated me and turned his back. That was no fluke.

I just saw the opening...and took the shot.

Part of me expected him to turn, stick his hand up again and block it.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[A humorless laugh left him at that--such a thing wouldn't have surprised Liquid, either.]

So you have no idea what to do. I'd expect better from you, brother.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnh.

[He just offers him a cold grunt.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[It was starting to get annoying, being treated like the other sociopathic Liquids.]

...Do you not realize I'm trying to offer my help in this situation? Idiot.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake doesn't trust any of them. And he probably never will unless they prove themselves otherwise, whiiiich they usually refuse to do in any way, shape, or fashion.]

Yeah, right.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...You don't believe me?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Why should I?

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Have I done anything so far to make you think I'm like the others?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He frowns.]

You're Liquid. That's all I need to know. I'm done giving you the benefit of the doubt and ending up with a damn black eye every time.

Nno.

Not falling for it this time.

_{Not going to be softhearted this time.}

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[Liquid laughed mostly to himself, draining the glass and setting it aside.]

I'm getting rather tired of people believing I'm one of my counterparts. Honestly, need I wear the SEAL uniform constantly so you imbeciles can tell the difference?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

The way you're speaking to me is proof enough that you are no different.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Fine. Don't accept my help, even when you and I both know you need it.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Go use your deception on some other gullible Snake. I don't have the will or the patience to deal with your tricks today.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Tricks--?! Brother, I realize your world's version ofme is a sick bastard. I have no reason to act similarly.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnh.

[Dave isn't buying it. Not yet. Probably not ever.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Fine. Do what you like. At least I can tell Otacon I attempted to be somewhat civil.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh.

[Snake is a non-believing ass. He's got nothing to go on and he's not willing to go out on a limb and believe this incarnation of his terrible twin brother.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[In silence, Liquid poured himself another drink--at this point, he really sort of needed it.]

As if this bloody week couldn't get worse...

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake's not going to fall for that, either. He's going to sit there and get back to his contemplation.]

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