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[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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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.

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.

[Snake smirked but still not deterred about the matter of food.] Rather not have you passed out. Hard to do work unconscious. I've tried.

[He reached out and patted his shoulder.] Come on. It'll still be there when you get back.

I don't get as bad as you do, Snake. I'm not irresponsible when it comes to my body.

[He leaned into that pat with a smile.] Alright. You've managed to successfully convince me.

[He turned around in his chair to face Snake, and then stood up.]

Hey. I've been good. Haven't had a drink in nearly six months. [Snake does seem proud of that.]

Twisted your arm, huh? Great, let's find something. Got a couple of MREs and some questionable Chinese in the back of the fridge. Or do you want something edible?

[And amazingly, Snake is actually smiling.]

You haven't? That's great news, Snake! Now all we need to do is ween you off those cigarettes and you're in the all clear.

[He bumps their shoulders together lightly, brushing by to pace over to the door. He opens it out with a grin of his own.]

I don't care what's avaliable. As long as you're eating with me and it doesn't take more than ten minutes to prepare.

One step at at time, Otacon.

[Snake turns around to follow him out the door. He cocks his head to the side] I think that can be arranged. I'll even let you bring it back here.

[It's not far to a kitchen where he stashed the food. He looked at some of the MRE labels and made a face. One of them he holds up.] Don't eat this one, it tastes like chicken. [Its label reads macaroni and cheese.]

[Otacon burst out into laughter at that.]

S-Snake. Did you just make a joke?

[He grinned widely, and nods his head.] Hmh, what about this one... Lasagne. Does it taste okay?

[Still smirking. He could be joking... or he could be telling the cold hard truth.] Try it and find out.

[He looked over the lasagne packet then nodded.] If you like chicken.

[For himself, he goes extra risky, he picks the... chicken.]

They all taste like chicken?

I guess that's not so bad. I do like chicken, and I said I wanted protein.

[He pauses.] ...Chicken-flavored food still gives you protein, right?

[Snake pauses in his preparation of his food.] Uh... Good question. Don't know.

[After his food heats up he inspects it.] Maybe...?

[Otacon grinned.]

Maybe I'll try a bit of yours before I put mine in.

[He grabs a couple of forks and gently starts poking at Snake's food.]

[Snake chuckles] I'm your food tester, huh?

[Not that he minds. Otacon can steal all his food if he wants. Snake is just so classy he picks at with his fingers.] Need a refill on your coffee?

Nono, you eat up. I'll make the coffee.

[He smiles, tasting a bit of it.] _{Kind of chickeny.}

[Otacon moves to the kettle and fills it up with some fresh water. He grabs a couple of cups, making the assumption that Snake would want coffee too.]

[Snake laughs at that. He very classily eats with his fingers.] Yeah. Go figure.

[After a minute, Snake apparently finishes all that he wanted. He's still getting used to the idea there is an Otacon from the same time period.] You remember to sleep too?

[Otacon decides that he very much enjoys it when Snake laughs, and has set it in his mind as a goal to make him laugh as much as he can in the future.]

[He waits for the kettle to boil, glancing down at their cups. A guilty look crossed his features, followed by an honest answer.] Sometimes.

[Snake sits back in a chair then regards Otacon for a minute. He tilted his head with a thought.] Something other than work keeping you up?

Huh? [He tilts his head, looking over at Snake obscurely.]

You know what I'm like. My mind likes to work overtime. Even if I spend hours away from the computer, it'll still take a while for me to slow my mind back down.

I've always had this problem. Ever since I left home.

[He toyed with the mugs for a while.]

I know that part, Otacon.

[Snake sighed, he guesses he'll just take the direct approach.] Also know your step mom is here.

[Otacon's blood runs cold at the mention of Julie. He hunches his shoulders defensively, staring over his shoulder at Snake with wide eyes.]

_{How do you know about her?}

[Snake pushes himself to his feet to put a hand on his shoulder.] Been here a long time, Hal.

Just... [Snake grumbles internally, he so sucks at this.] be careful.

So you... you know?

[A look of horror strickens his face. He didn't want Dave to find out that way.]

[The shame of his actions floods to his face, tinging his cheeks and ears red. He hangs his head, even as the kettle finishes boiling.] _{Oh god. You must think I'm a monster.}

[Snake doesn't say one way or another. He knows some, but not all of the details. Frankly, he doesn't want all the details.]

[He lets out a sigh, reaches pass him to move the kettle. Once he's done with that he moves his other arm and brings him into a hug.] You're not a monster, Hal.

[Initially, Otacon tenses with the hug. His eyes widen a bit, not used to the contact. He inhales sharply, and then swallows thick.]

[He leans into Snake's embrace and hid his face in his friend's shoulder.] _{But it's my fault everything went wrong.}

[Snake lets out heavy sigh. He was never good with guilty Otacons.] I doubt that. [He patted him reassuringly on his back.] Doesn't matter now, more important things to do. Can't live in the past.

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