taking care of business

[boldandresolute]

Who: Liquid Snake
Where: Cherrygrove Pokemon Center
When: Morning
Summary: Liquid gets to work to make some much-needed cash.
Rating: Probably PG. Might be some minor swearing or something.
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[philanthrotaku]

[Otacon reached Cherrygrove not long after getting a hold of Hakubi and reclaiming his glasses--dressed in the white kimono and red hakama he had been given upon arriving int his world, he wandered into the Pokemon center with Asimov by his side.]

[Upon catching sight of Liquid, he blinked once. Twice. Took off his glasses and cleaned them on his sleeve, then put them back on.]

...

[You may hear barely stifled laughter from this direction, Liquid. Maybe.]

[boldandresolute]

[Liquid glanced up and grit his teeth. Goddamn this work uniform. Goddamn it to hell.]

[God, why did he have to say this. Why was it in his job description to be polite and courteous.]

Tch... Welcome to the Cherrygrove Pokemon Center. How may I be of assistance?

[That was probably the most annoyed and least friendly greeting in the history of ever.]

[philanthrotaku]

Nice to finally see you in person, Liquid.

[Snerrrrrk.]

[Otacon returned Asimov to his Pokeball and took Hakubi's out of the sleeve of his kimono.]

Could you heal these two for me? Just...be careful not to open that second one. She's not happy.

[boldandresolute]

[You get the slightest acknowledgment.]

...Otacon.

[He took the Pokeballs from the engineer and brought them over to one of the healing machines.]

Any adverse conditions like poisoning or paralysis?

[He's all business at the moment, and God help you if you mention that he's wearing pink.]

[philanthrotaku]

Nope, just tired.

[And he's just going to give his friendliest, nicest smile.]

[boldandresolute]

Hn.

[He put the Pokeballs in, and ran a program on the machine. It made a happy little booping sound that made Liquid want to punch babies.]

Finished. [He handed them back.]

[philanthrotaku]

Thanks a lot. [He took them both, slipping them back into his sleeve.]

...

. . .

Needed a job, huh?

[boldandresolute]

[annoyed glance]

I should imagine that you do, as well.

[If, you know, he wanted to buy food and supplies. After seven days of work here, Liquid would walk out with an extra P17,500 in his pocket, since there were apparently no taxes around here.]

[philanthrotaku]

Eventually, yeah.

[Pause.]

...but I don't think I'll end up wearing pink.

[boldandresolute]

I don't have time for this useless chatter, Otacon. If you're done here, leave.

[philanthrotaku]

...You could work on your bedside manner, you know.

[Was it smart to taunt Liquid Snake? No. Was Otacon trying to be friendly? Yes.]

[boldandresolute]

You could go find someone else to bother.

[Liquid didn't do 'friendly'.

He also wasn't a very good typer, as evidenced when he started doing some data entry on the computer.]

[philanthrotaku]

I guess I could, but I really don't have that many friends.

[Pauuuuse...]

Do you need some help?

[boldandresolute]

Not my problem.

[Click. Click. .......click.]

[annoyed] Certainly not.

[philanthrotaku]

Maybe not. Still, you're the only one I've met from our world. THat has to count for something.

...are you sure?

[boldandresolute]

Does it?

[He flips through a few papers and continues typing. So boring and tedious, this civilian work.]

[irritated glance] Of course I am.