[Trouble in Paradise]

[unwillinghelper]

[Ivan couldn't find Fran anywhere.]

[That wouldn't have been a problem, except that she had told him she needed to be there when he took the bandages off, and it was around the time she had told him. He wasn't sure he would be able to handle it if there was a problem.]

[He spent a few minutes - closer to an hour, really - thinking over it before

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[rivalsaserpent]

[Oh sup. No one ever calls him. :D]

Major?

[unwillinghelper]

Major... Don't hang up, please. I want to ask you a favour. I-it's nothing dangerous or anything. Can I meet you somewhere? I know you don't like coming up here, so I won't ask you to come to my room.

[rivalsaserpent]

And what would the reason be to meet with you?

[He has no intention of hanging up... Yet.]

[unwillinghelper]

...I need a little help. I got my eye replaced but I was told I shouldn't be alone while taking the bandages off in case of complications and I don't even know if I can take them off myself without help.

...Please?

[rivalsaserpent]

I thought missing body parts come back after death?

-What floor?

[unwillinghelper]

They do, but this woman cut it out again and sewed a button on it.

[He names the floor, though he's surprised Ocelot doesn't remember it.]

If you don't agree with that, it's fine! Just pick somewhere if that's the case!

[rivalsaserpent]

[He pauses for a second and it comes to mind that it'd probably be better if Raikov just met him on a floor by him.]

4th floor, last door on the hall. [Even though Raikov can't see him, he's pretty sure he can just hear that smirk.] If you're not here in 10 minutes I'm leaving.

[unwillinghelper]

[...why, Ocelot? Why do you have to be such a jerk? ;_*]

I - I'll be there!

[Hanging up, he grabs his new jacket and runs off down to the fourth floor as he slips it on, arriving at the door in under the ten minutes thanks to the merciful fact he trained as an athlete. That doesn't stop him being out of breath, though.]

[rivalsaserpent]

[:V DON'T BE RUDE MAJOR, KNOCK.]

[unwillinghelper]

...

[He knocks, a little harder than he meant to.]

It's Ivan, Major.

[rivalsaserpent]

[brb, taking forever to open the door.]

I'm surprised.

[He gestures a little early.]

In under ten minutes, you're pretty good.

[unwillinghelper]

I... trained as an athlete.

[Here, have a slightly out-of-breath hug that only lasts a minute at best because he's sure you'd shoot him otherwise.]

[rivalsaserpent]

[And have a slightly dirty look for the hug, but that only lasts as long as the hug does.]

Come in and let's have a look at that eye

[unwillinghelper]

Thank you.

[He ignores the dirty look and walks into the room. Without waiting for permission, he casually sits down on the nearest flat surface, shooting Ocelot a pleased smile.]

It's been a while. It's good to see you, Ocelot. I hope you've been well.

[rivalsaserpent]

Of course I've been well, but you don't look like you have.

[He gives a brief smile, one not all too pleasant, but a smile none the less.]

A button, huh?

[Without hesitation he leans over Raikov, a thumb gently moving over the bandages.]

Who fixed it for you?

[unwillinghelper]

I haven't, but I'll live.

[He shudders slightly at the casual touch without thinking. The smile makes him a little happier, though.]

A man named Pierre. A sniper, a friend of mine. He took her out before she could get the other eye too and dealt with the damage even though he didn't have medical training or anaesthetic and it hurt like hell.