[ongoing log/closed]
Who: Otacon justlikeoneofmy and Motoko Kusanagi deuxesmachina
What: Checking in on him and sticking around for some company.
When: November 24th, late <-- Way to point out I was a month off guys LOL.
Where: Otacon's lab
Motoko opened the door to Otacon's lab, peeking inside. She had talked to the man enough, seen him in a few meetings, but she had never actually been down into his lab before. She had been curious, yes, but cases had always gotten in the way. The Laughing Man. Working with Vimes concerning the Vescovo family. She didn't have the time to just hang around the labs.
Until now, she guessed. There had been a lull in the action, and it had just made her start to think about things. usually thinking of things like this yielded a weaker more vulnerable side of her. She didn't like it staying for long. But she needed company. Sometimes just getting it off her chest helped, as hard as it was for her to say anything that made her look weak.
She didn't see Otacon immediately. Her eyes wandered from the half finished robot parts to the anime posters on the wall. She smiled a little at that. Her field of vision took in the parts on his work table and analyzed them one by one, her fingers drifting over some of them as she walked. The first aid kit she had was tucked under one arm.
She noticed the anime figures on various shelves, and smirked a little. Otacon sure seemed to like the female form. This she found amusing. Her opinion on being pretty much the dream male plaything often changed between like and dislike depending on what she wanted. It was something people referred to as being "a blessing and a curse". She wasn't completely dressed that part, but she wasn't really very modest either.
"Otacon?" She finally said, restarting her search for the scientist.
What: Checking in on him and sticking around for some company.
When: November 24th, late <-- Way to point out I was a month off guys LOL.
Where: Otacon's lab
Motoko opened the door to Otacon's lab, peeking inside. She had talked to the man enough, seen him in a few meetings, but she had never actually been down into his lab before. She had been curious, yes, but cases had always gotten in the way. The Laughing Man. Working with Vimes concerning the Vescovo family. She didn't have the time to just hang around the labs.
Until now, she guessed. There had been a lull in the action, and it had just made her start to think about things. usually thinking of things like this yielded a weaker more vulnerable side of her. She didn't like it staying for long. But she needed company. Sometimes just getting it off her chest helped, as hard as it was for her to say anything that made her look weak.
She didn't see Otacon immediately. Her eyes wandered from the half finished robot parts to the anime posters on the wall. She smiled a little at that. Her field of vision took in the parts on his work table and analyzed them one by one, her fingers drifting over some of them as she walked. The first aid kit she had was tucked under one arm.
She noticed the anime figures on various shelves, and smirked a little. Otacon sure seemed to like the female form. This she found amusing. Her opinion on being pretty much the dream male plaything often changed between like and dislike depending on what she wanted. It was something people referred to as being "a blessing and a curse". She wasn't completely dressed that part, but she wasn't really very modest either.
"Otacon?" She finally said, restarting her search for the scientist.