It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss is walking the hallways.]

[He's walking directly past his office.]

[He's currently supporting a BFG ready to hurt some people. Namely saltpeppered.]

[His mood is not the greatest right now. Cross him and say something, and you might suffer the consequences of his wrath.]



_{((ooc: Already been three days since he died and he's ready to kick some ass. Tread carefully!))}

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[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He takes what he's been given and offers no backsass but one thing-]

I can't take off the collar. It doesn't come off.

[And it's true. It's indestructible and has no snaps or buckles. Blame the Nexus.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... What do you mean?

Surely you can cut it loose.

[He stares at him, perplexed.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He just glares at the man.]

Don't you think that I have tried? Nno, it doesn't come off. Nothing works. The only thing I have not tried was a HF blade or a chainsaw but I rather not risk cutting off my head.

...Now that I think about it...that may be the only way to get it off.

I don't know why I have it or what it means. It's just there and, for the most part, I just ignore it.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

... [Big Boss smiles at the defiance in Snake's voice. He's starting to find it amusing how he has a collar stuck around his neck.]

Perhaps the Nexus is trying to tell you something.

[He wonders if there is a leash around here...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...........

I. Am. Not. A. DOG.

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Did I say you were?

I was thinking more along the lines of it representing the fact you are bound here to this place.

Though... now that you mention it, a dog is a far more appropriate way of looking at it.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Everyone is bound to this place. If that were the key, everyone would have a collar-

_{Oh, God damnit!}

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[The old man actually chuckles.]

Sit, boy.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_{I hate you so much right now...}

[Must...resist...urge...to...comply...]

Hnnnh...was that an order?

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[Big Boss smirks.]

Yes. It is.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...

[He sighs as he mentally kicks himself for asking. It's as if he wanted to be commanded as such, but Snake's conscious mind won't let him believe that just yet. He sits. It was more of a squat but, close enough.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Good boy. You deserve a treat.

[He roumaged in his pocket, wondering if there might be some form of food to offer, if only to extend the amusing situation out further.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Seriously considers pissing on John's leg.]

.......

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[You know that won't be very nice to witness. Big Boss has a heavy foot. He could give long lasting damage should any form of body fluid touch his person.]

Up you get.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Snake knows this. He already has an injury to nurse; he does not want another.]

_Hrgh...

[He stands up with an accompanying wince and a groan, forcing himself to stand straight.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss notices that wince and the near inability to stand properly. He tilts his head, glancing down at Snake's stomach.]

[He reaches for his shirt, tugging it up to inspect the bruising.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't breathe a word, but his whole belly, as barren as it is is red and it appears he might have some busted ribs. It's difficult to say how his insides are faring without an MRI or ultrasound...]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

You require a doctor.

[Big Boss ran his hand along his stomach, oddly patient and not at all encouraging pain. He felt for broken ribs. One definitely seemed out of place.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

So I do.

[He doesn't dare move. If he were to he would hurt himself just by shifting, and if not that, he's afraid he would somehow agitate Big Boss into injuring him further.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[He removed his hand once he had finished inspecting, tugging down Snake's shirt once more.]

Go now, then. You can't function if you have broken ribs.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I can function just fine.

[If his Father can deal with a broken arm and ribs and all sorts of other injuries by himself in Tselinoyarsk, Snake can deal with a couple of broken ribs indoors in the Nexus...at least that's his logic.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

Are you really so stubborn not to get that fixed up?

_{Heavens above...} [He planted his hand over his face, rubbing his eye tiredly. His patience was growing thinner by the second.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Does it really matter? I can function just fine; it's just a minor pain. There's really not a lot that can be done for broken ribs, anyway.

[In other words, yes he is that stubborn.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

If that's so, get on the floor and do ten push-ups.

If your body can't handle the stress, you'll know you cannot 'function just fine'.

[His response was flippant, but he was proving a point.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and carefully gets down on the floor to do his ten push-ups. It hurts, but he can do it...but he's a little slow and groaning miserably to himself.]

hnnh...