// All the fears you hold so dear will turn to whisper in your ear
Who: Tom Hanniger and Liquid Snake
When: June 26, before sirens
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Liquid finds a stray and takes him in, just like his daddy would.
Warnings: None yet? Uh, drunkenness.
Irritating though it could be, Liquid supposed the therapy was helping. There was a lot he was holding back even to the therapist but that couldn't be helped. He didn't need to be arrested again and many of the things in his mind would result in that. It was unfortunate but true that Liquid Snake held many, many uncomfortable things in his mind. There weren't many reformed terrorists after all, and fewer that ever lost that immorality. He was simply grateful that Kadaj had agreed to let him go alone this time at least, clingy as he was.
As he walked down the street a figure loomed into the distance. Liquid would not have given the staggering figure a second glance - the first confirmed a lack of injury, which generally meant illness or drunkenness - if he had not stumbled and fallen. His hand flashed out like lightning to seize the man by the forearm and haul him upright, whirling him to face him. "Are you alright?" he asked, a little less brusquely than he would normally. His voice was even a little kind.
When: June 26, before sirens
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Liquid finds a stray and takes him in, just like his daddy would.
Warnings: None yet? Uh, drunkenness.
Irritating though it could be, Liquid supposed the therapy was helping. There was a lot he was holding back even to the therapist but that couldn't be helped. He didn't need to be arrested again and many of the things in his mind would result in that. It was unfortunate but true that Liquid Snake held many, many uncomfortable things in his mind. There weren't many reformed terrorists after all, and fewer that ever lost that immorality. He was simply grateful that Kadaj had agreed to let him go alone this time at least, clingy as he was.
As he walked down the street a figure loomed into the distance. Liquid would not have given the staggering figure a second glance - the first confirmed a lack of injury, which generally meant illness or drunkenness - if he had not stumbled and fallen. His hand flashed out like lightning to seize the man by the forearm and haul him upright, whirling him to face him. "Are you alright?" he asked, a little less brusquely than he would normally. His voice was even a little kind.