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[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[An Otacon is sat in the Philanthropy offices. He's not consumed by the computer for once. Instead, he has various sheets of paper surrounding him, all fanned out and ready to be used as a keen source of information. The fact that him and legendarysolid have been led to believe that Big Boss was planning something provoked an eager wish to find out more, to see if their hunch was true.]

[In the dark vicinity of the room, Otacon mutters to himself, his cup of coffee going untouched and cooling by the second.]

So far, the blueprints seem to be making up a vehicle of sorts. I'd be concerned about a Metal Gear in process, but it looks too focused on a cockpit rather than a robot built on such a large scale.

[He pencils something on the blueprints.] I guess he could be misleading us on purpose but why would he do that so far in advance? _{More of a replica of a tank than anything else... Or maybe a helicopter without the propellas.}

[He huffed out a sigh, removing his glasses. His eyes were starting to hurt from the intensity of his work pace. Anyone that knew Otacon would understand his dedication to his work. It would take a lot to persuade him to stop, but you can try.]

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[sayingunfeeling.livejournal.com]

[from the doorway] When'd you last sleep?

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Hal is so busy that he doesn't seem to take much notice of Julie. He idly responds, clearly distracted.]

Would you mind keeping it down? I'm trying to work--

... [But then the realization hits.]

[sayingunfeeling.livejournal.com]

I know, Hal. But I doubt that Liquid or David would be happy to see you pushing yourself this far.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[His body goes still. He dares not to turn his head. Instead, he responds with the bare hint of his voice, straining with the mix of emotions and the familiarity of that voice from so long ago.]

_Julie?

[sayingunfeeling.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

[Snake's been hanging around since they started looking. He did leave for a few minutes from time to time but he would wander back.]

Could be. Hard to know with him.

[Snake idly poked a finger into the cold coffee.]

We know he's planning something.

[He leaned against desk for a minute.] You gonna eat some time today?

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

He seems like a man of many traits, and a lot hidden up his sleeves. We have to get to the bottom of this, even if it means putting a stop to whatever he's planning before it gets out of control.

[Otacon's chair gave an unhealthy creak beneath his weight. He glanced over at Snake with a hint of a smile.]

I don't have time to eat anything right now. You should know work is more important to me. Philanthropy comes first.

[legendarysolid.livejournal.com]

We will.

[Snake just smirked.]

Otacon, if you don't eat you'll not be around to work. I don't need you passed out on your keyboard. And you don't want me to cook for you.

[He picks up the coffee mug and sniffs it.] And your coffee is cold.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

I guess I could use a little protein right now.

[He smiled at that.] I'd rather eat nothing than trust one of us to cook.

Huh...? It is?

[He looked over at the time.] I guess I worked a little longer than I expected to.

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

You and your sister have the same bad habits.

[John leans over to pick up the coffee cup.]

You both are going to end up with permanent coffee headaches, you keep this up.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Otacon jumps at the voice behind him, and then looks up to stare at the other man.]

H-Huh? How do you know E.E?

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

She's a friend of mine. And a wonderful woman.

[He holds out his free hand.] Little John, it's nice to meet you.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

A... woman?

She's always going to be my little sister.

[He looks warily at that hand, wondering if this man was trustworthy. He doesn't immediately take that hand.] How do you know E.E.?

[snakesinanexus.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

Snake!

I'm working on...

Wait...

[He paused.] You're a different Snake, aren't you?

[snakesinanexus.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Never seen you around before.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

I don't come out too often.

Say, what year are you from?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[Have two hands over your eyes] Hal, you should be inspecting the insides of your eyelids right about now, not working on something. Or shoveling food into that empty tank you call a stomach.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

E.E!

Are you dating someone? You are, aren't you?

Oh man, you're not supposed to date guys! You'll catch a disease!

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

...

Hal. Darling brother. Dearest stepbrother. I'm twenty-nine. We used protection. I wasn't a virgin when I slept with John. And I finally have a boyfriend that saw me naked and didn't make up some stupid excuse to run the other way. So if you ruin that, Hal, I will make you regret it.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Way to break his brain.]

GAH! I don't wanna know that!

[He tried not to flail on the spot.] E.E that's too much information!

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[John is just on his way out and gives Emma a quick smooch on her cheek.]

Later babe!

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

YOU. Get back here.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Hal trembles at the notion. He stands up, putting himself between them both.]

Stay away from her.

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[Easily avoids Hal to come back over and hug Emma.] I thought honesty would work better than it did, really.

Please don't hit me.