[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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[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[Seared meat would make any Big Boss happy.]

[John pauses eating to speak to Adam again.]

Oh yeah? Why's that? Not many people like the first floor.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You need someone to cook for you.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Heh. Well, I don't need it but it is nice~

Thank you.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Oh John, your praise is like candy. *_*]

I'm not selfless, you know. I'm also staying around for the company. And the free medical care.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

There aren't many people on this floor-OH, you mean me?

[He shrugs.] I can't allow a fellow comrade to stay injured, now, can it?

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Hmm. If we're comrades, then I have to watch your back, too.

Is there anything you need, besides a hot meal?

[He comes up very close... to take the empty plate from his hand.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John can feel his face getting warmer.]

Nothing that I can think of right this second.

You needn't worry about me. I have things under control here. [He rubs the back of his head and neck.]

ffffail

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Places the plate in the sink.]

That's good to hear. You don't need to worry about me, either.

XDD I saw that in my e-mail...

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

I think that I do need to worry about you.

Got to make sure you heal up right. [He follows Adam to the sink and rests his palm on the man's shoulder.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

How are you going to do that? Do you need to examine me?

[Takes off his gloves, rolls up his sleeves, turns on the water and starts scrubbing dishes.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

...Yes. I can't see through your clothes unless I am in the CURE screen, then I can, but it's not the same.

[He does, however, take a gander at the man's wrists when he exposes his hands and forearms.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[If he's paying close attention, he might see that Ocelot is favoring that hand, making more use out of his undamaged one. Otherwise, it doesn't look bad, just a little colored from a fading bruise.]

Your eye's not that good. ...But I mean it, I'm going to make sure you don't have to spend time worrying about me.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[He notices that.]

Hnn. Don't overwork that wrist of your just yet; it's not completely healed.

...Maybe you should allow me to finish that.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Grins and flicks a big airy wad of soap suds at John's face.] No need for the chivalry. I've got it.

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

...

[He slowly wipes away the suds.] What...was that for?

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Nothing. [Flicks a little water at him.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

[John snags the dry kitchen towel and wipes away the moisture.]

...

[He's contemplating flicking Adam with the towel.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[He grins wider, pulling the hose extension from the faucet...]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh no. No you don't. Don't even think about it.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. What are you going to do about it?

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

You aren't going to do it. You know better.

[John starts twisting that towel, just in case. He's got to be prepared.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You think I don't have what it takes?

[Gives the hose a little twirl, then sprays him on the chest.]

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

...

[snakenbake.livejournal.com]

Damnit-

[And to retaliate, he flicks Adam on the thigh with that tightly twisted towel.]

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

[Sprays him again, and lunges forward to try to grab the towel.]