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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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[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.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[She grabs his ear] Do you have NO sense of tact or timing, John?

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Adgdnjgdsh]

Why are you doing that in front of me?!

Stop it!

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

Ow! Ow! I'm sorry! No I don't! You're first where I actually met the ladies brother.

[Totally ignoring Hal in favor of giving Emma his best guilty puppy look.]

I just thought it wouldn't be a good idea to keep it a secret. Please don't be mad. I'll make it up to you?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal, I'll get to you in a moment.

John. I would like to tell you that there's time and places and ways you tell, say, the family of the girl you're sleeping with that you are. I told Liquid the way I did and when because we're friends and we tease each other back and forth like that. And he knows I will make him regret anything he does to you. My brother, on the other hand, is notoriously overprotective of me. My "official" duties for Philanthropy boil down to taking care of Sunny, for crying out loud. Telling him takes a certain touch that doesn't set off his "Find the nearest glass case to lock Emma in" tendencies. Got it?

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

Yes, Miss Emma. I'm sorry. I'll keep better track of myself.

[Still doing the best guilty puppy look for her, he gives her another kiss.] What do you want for dinner?

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Hal is furious.]

Get out! Get out.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She sighs, kissing him back] Something with some spices in it. Fish, if you can find any, beef otherwise.

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

Okay. Got it. I'll see if I can hunt something up.

[He smiles at Hal.] Do you want anything Hal? I'll go ahead and warm up your coffee.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Thanks, John.

As for you, Hal.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Hal walks out of the office.]

[sonofstorms.livejournal.com]

[John is just going to leave now. He'll come back with some Cajun spiced catfish and coffee for both of them in a bit.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Get back here! I am not going to have you act like an ass to my boyfriend.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[But he's already walked off, so he doesn't hear her.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Dr. Hal Emmerich, ass. Back. Now.