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]

...........

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...

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

[Big Boss folds his arms securely across his chest, witnessing this.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Once he reaches ten, he lowers himself back down to rest painfully on the floor. After a few seconds, he pushes himself up and moves into a seated position. His eyes are full of tears due to the pain, but his expression is barely any different than it was when he began. He wants to prove to himself and to Big Boss, even if it kills him, that he is not a useless clone.]

[livingherdream.livejournal.com]

You truly are a stubborn fool.

If you haven't caused internal bleeding from that, I should hope you think twice about consulting someone of the medical profession for these wounds.

[He rolled his eye, shaking his head.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I'm sure...I'm fine.

[His voice seems slightly more strained but even Snake, himself, ignores it. He waits for an order to to be relieved.]