[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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[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Simply because sad Snakes attract Otacons...]

Snake?

[This one looked a little different from the ones he had met previously. Not that he had shown his face much around here...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Apparently. It's like they all have a sixth sense about it. It's uncanny!]

Yes, Hal?

[He doesn't recognize him. He does, as he knows it's Hal, but he doesn't because he's a lot younger than the ones he's used to.]

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[That's because they do!]

[This Otacon was from the Tanker, but he didn't seem too phased by the sudden grayer apperance his friend had taken on. In fact, it only went on to intregue him.]

Uh... sorry. You look a little different to the Snake from my time. Not too different though. I was still able to recognize you.

[He tries for a smile, but it falters once he realizes there's something different about Snake's eyes. He really didn't look all that well.]

You doing okay, Snake?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...No. I don't feel well.

[Along with his hair and his lower weight, his posture isn't all that great, either.]

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[He didn't immediately take a seat, mostly because he was uncertain if he was welcome or not.]

Are you sick? Maybe I could go grab you something to make you feel better.

[A quick adjusting of his glasses.] I know chicken soup sounds like the oldest trick in the book, but it has a tendancy to work pretty darn well.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Hnnh.

[He sort of groans at the thought.]

No, I'm not the sort of sick that you think I am. More along the lines of a heavy heart...

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Tentatively, he speaks up again.]

Matters of the heart? That's not good...

Did you... break up with someone?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

No...not like that.

...

Patricide.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Otacon peers at his friend.]

Snake, that was a long time ago. You can't let it eat you up.

[Though that would make him a hypocryte. He lived his own life in regret, believing his own father's death was in his hands for his selfish reasoning.]

[But Snake never had anything as petty as that in his life, right?]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I just did it again...today.

I killed him.

[He hangs his head.] I shot him in the back of his head when he turned his back on me. I couldn't take it.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[His mouth draws into a tight, thin line once he hears that. He skittishly makes his way to sit beside Snake, trying his best not to look too forlorn by the other man's actions.]

Was it one of the bad ones? From your past?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...Seemed so, but.

[He still feels awful. He's never truly enjoyed killing and this doesn't make him feel any better.]

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

--it never gets any easier, huh?

[Hal offered Dave a sympathetic look. He wanted to pat his arm to show a source of comfort, but he still hadn't reached that stage yet. It had always been Snake to instigate things between them.]

I'm sorry, Dave... But I don't think coming to this bar and getting a hangover is really going to help you get over this any faster.

[He averts his eyes, feeling a bit silly for admitting it.] I'm worried about you.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Nno. It really doesn't.

[He looks at Hal strangely.]

Worried about me? I just killed my Father in cold blood, and this is the first time you are talking to me...and you are worried about me?

[Snake is both VERY CONFUSED and a bit touched.]

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've ever witnessed a death by your hands and having it effect you as badly as this before. Can you blame me for being a little concerned? _{Even if I don't agree with the way you went about killing someone...}

I guess it is a little weird, but I've been out of contact with people for a while now.

[He adjusted his glasses.] I've really missed talking to you. As a Snake. And I know when something's not right, even though I know everyone's a little different here.

Besides, no matter how old you are, we're still friends. Even if we haven't spoken before as we are now.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{It bother me...because I am becoming more like him.}

[He turns toward Hal as he continues to speak.]

I'd like to think that we can stay friends no matter what happens.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

That's not true, Snake. [An immediate response, sternly focused on Snake. He hesitantly clasps his hand on his shoulder.]

O-Of course we can! Nothing can come in the way of that. But you're not like Big Boss. Genetically, maybe. But no one is directly like their parents.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He just nods in silence, mostly to please his friend. Dave can't shake the feeling that he's no better than his father.]