[Free and Easy]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[There's this young Big Boss lurking around the first floor. He doesn't want to venture too far in case his kid or the recently injured little Ocelot needs him, but he's pretty sure that won't be the case. Regardless, he wants to be responsible, so he's only muddling around on his floor. He's currently in the kitchen, of course, just milling around while he waits for his coffee to finish brewing.]

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[systemismine.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot is stalking watching him. He's got a nasty purple bruise on his cheek, and a small conveniant box in his hands.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He knows Adam is there, and assumes that it's the little one.]

I'm making coffee. I hope you're feeling better. Not sure how well I was able to CURE you, but I can check you again?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[And he casually turns to look and is met with the Ocelot that wasn't so nice to him.]

[systemismine.livejournal.com]

Expecting someone else?

[He takes a few steps forward, handing John the box. Inside is a packet of cigars and a small package of chocolate.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Technically...no.

[John glances away again, immediately remembering the last conversation they had. It didn't end so well. He doesn't know what he did wrong...]

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

[Considering he wasn't quite as good at sneaking up behind that old Big Boss, Snake figured he would attempt to try it out on the young, supple Big Boss. He's wriggled his way under a box, shuffling into the kitchen.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

You're got to be kidding me. I heard you!

[He turns and looks at the box that just shuffled in. Shuffling is easy to hear, you know.]

[snakehermit.livejournal.com]

Damn!

[Snake grumbles and works his way out of it. He stores is back in his inventory and approaches John.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

You have to move more quietly.

[If he had, he could have done it. John couldn't have picked up on David's scent over the freshly brewing coffee.]

[glory-in-flower.livejournal.com]

You're lost. [The voice comes from behind him, her eyes fixed on the back of his head.]

I taught you better than to allow your mind to idle.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Heh.

[He chortles thinking that he's hearing her voice in his head. He hasn't been sane for a while, and he's learned to take the voices as they come with a grain of salt. He tilts his head as he stares at the coffee pot, willing it to brew faster.]

[glory-in-flower.livejournal.com]

[Hmn. He appears to be ignoring her. This doesn't bode well.

She proceeds forward, crossing the kitchen in but a silent stride. The Patriot now stands off to the side of him, partially visible through the corner of his eye.]

Turn around, Jack.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He closes his eye, slams his hands on the counter, hanging his head. John sighs and mumbles to himself.]

_{Get out of my head. Get out of my HEAD!}

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Null's grown quite accustomed to encountering his commander here in the kitchen. It's become one of the constants in his life, a core staple; if seeking Big Boss, the kitchen should always be examined.]

[Once more, this theory has proven correct. With his tracking successful, the young soldier stands in the doorway and throws a hand up in a salute.]

Sir.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John lifts his head, then turns to face the boy.]

Frank.

[stoicism.livejournal.com]

[Satisfied with being acknowledged, Null proceeds over to the counter. He takes two slices of bread out and begins to look for something else now, opening and closing various cabinets.]

...I require butter. Where is it located?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Butter?

It's in the fridge.

[He quirks a brow at the boy actually preparing edibles. John can't recall the last time he saw him handling actual 'normal' food.]

[kare-no-okaasan.livejournal.com]

[Ume wanders into the kitchen, smiling a bit shyly when she sees who's already there.]

Hi~

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He glances over his shoulder at the woman.]

Hello?

[kare-no-okaasan.livejournal.com]

[She walks a little closer, rummaging through a cabinet for a cup and some tea.]

How are you?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

I'm good.

...

[He kinda stares at her. God, she's pretty!] Uh. Have we met?

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot isn't good at sneaking (due to his spurs and bright colors), and he isn't good at ambush (due to his impatience)... but he's innovative, a fast learner, and has a knack for being in the right place at the right time. His arm suddenly arches around an adjacent open doorframe, jabbing two fingers against John's temple. Ocelot peeks around at him, smiling.]

Bang.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Adam!

[He turns to face him.]

How are you feeling?! [He looks him over, trying to scrutinize his current level of health with just a gaze.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Ocelot withdraws his hand, self-consciously rubbing the wrist.]

Not bad. I don't need the splint anymore. I guess you know what you're doing when it comes to quick treatment.

[It's still too sore and weak to do gun tricks with yet, but he leaves that detail out.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He smiles contently.]

Good. Much better.

So, you are gonna keep yourself out of trouble for a little while?