Who: Otacon, Sniper Wolf What: "Aren't you dead AHHHHH" Where: Outside. In the snow. When: Wednesday 9th Warnings: Dead people coming back to life and the usual Metal Gear emoing.
They had arrived somewhere, that much Otacon knew for certain. The mad running of the dogs had stopped and miraculously, his hand was still holding all of the leashes, the leather nearly melting into his hand at this point. Finally, he could let go and they dropped to the snow unceremoniously. It hurt and burned, but it was nothing compared to the rocks and snowbanks he had hit on his way here. He had somehow lost his glasses during the trip from the movements and fumbled to find his spare in his pockets.
"Where did I put them," he groaned, not realizing someone else was nearby.
"Oof!"
They had arrived somewhere, that much Otacon knew for certain. The mad running of the dogs had stopped and miraculously, his hand was still holding all of the leashes, the leather nearly melting into his hand at this point. Finally, he could let go and they dropped to the snow unceremoniously. It hurt and burned, but it was nothing compared to the rocks and snowbanks he had hit on his way here. He had somehow lost his glasses during the trip from the movements and fumbled to find his spare in his pockets.
"Where did I put them," he groaned, not realizing someone else was nearby.
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