//burnin' up the night in an alcohol flame

[otaku_mk_ii]

[Otacon didn't drink if he could help it. But you know what? Screw it. Screw this situation, screw this building he was in, and whatever else. This building had damn near broken the scientist, and he needed a drink. Badly

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[kuklakimou]

...

[D'awwwww, Hal...]

[There's a wheelchair parked beside you, Hal. And an Ivan guarding you carefully, a shotgun resting on his lap.]]

[otaku_mk_ii]

. . .

Hiiiii, Ivan~

[kuklakimou]

Hello, Hal.

[He hid a laugh. Hey, he's Russian, he won't judge.]

[otaku_mk_ii]

Hey. Hey. Hey. Y'know what?

You're cute.

[kuklakimou]

[Hal isn't the first drunkard he's dealt with. He took it in his stride.]

And you are beautiful. And drunk.

[otaku_mk_ii]

Yes I am and no I'm not.

...wait a sec. No. Other way around.

[kuklakimou]

You are both, and do not deny it.

[otaku_mk_ii]

Mmkay.

[kuklakimou]

Will I need to carry you home?

[otaku_mk_ii]

Naaaah, I can manage.

[kuklakimou]

If you fall over, I cannot help you up.

[otaku_mk_ii]

M'not gonna fall.

[kuklakimou]

You had best not.

[otaku_mk_ii]

I'll be careful.

[kuklakimou]

Do you feel a little better?

[otaku_mk_ii]

...dunno. Maybe.