Snake- incredibly glad he missed this round of shenanigans, but dreading that his luck wouldn't last into the next week- found that he couldn't sleep. Obviously the answer to this was a late night smoke, standing on the balcony outside his door. He looked out at the scope of the campus, eyes narrowed, and taking long drags.
He rolled his eyes, as he made a show of pulling at his collar and mock fanning himself.
"Not my style," He lowered his voice, "Too many scars." He winked and nodded. Miller would definitely be one of the people who would understand how quickly those accumulate.
Snake caught himself before his own hand could mirror Miller's, and move to his chest. It was strange, he didn't know that. He almost thought of asking how, but there were a million reasons why that wouldn't be appropriate. It was weird, like Miller was telling Snake tales of his father as if he died a war hero, when in reality... He coughed, hoping that Miller hadn't realized he was waxing nostalgic over his old friend with the man who had killed him, and shrugged.
"That seems a little foolhardy. The suits are revealing enough."
"Hm." He paused, taking a moment to light up a new cigarette. He took a deep inhale, and tapped the new ash onto the ground next to him. On his loud exhale, he answered.
"Hn. I'm not sure, anymore. At the time I was trying to get away from someone. I've come in contact with him since. Everyone outside of my circle still thinks I'm dead. I just haven't done anything to make them think otherwise since. Coming back to life would mean leaving the school. And I, uh."
Snake stopped for a moment, hoping that the end of the sentence would just come to him. It didn't.
There were so many questions Miller wanted to ask. Who were you running from? was a big one. But he didn't feel he'd earned that level of trust from this Snake yet, so instead he turned so that he could lean with his back to the railing instead. Even if he wouldn't press further, the discussion seemed pretty intimate as it was, so he subconsciously figured his body language should reflect it. In the process he ended up getting a few inches closer to Snake.
"Ah. I was wondering why you'd ended up here of all places. But you...?"
Snake noted Miller's shift, but kept his eyes on the horizon rather than acknowledge it. He let the silence hang in the air, enjoying a particularly cool breeze before answering.
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"Not my style," He lowered his voice, "Too many scars." He winked and nodded. Miller would definitely be one of the people who would understand how quickly those accumulate.
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"That seems a little foolhardy. The suits are revealing enough."
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"Tight ones."
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"Show you? You looking for a mission?"
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"I hope you'd be impressed. As for the suit, I feel like wearing it on this school campus would just be asking for trouble."
Snake stretched and yawned, "I'm not technically 'on the record' anymore, don't know where I could get another one."
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"Hn. I'm not sure, anymore. At the time I was trying to get away from someone. I've come in contact with him since. Everyone outside of my circle still thinks I'm dead. I just haven't done anything to make them think otherwise since. Coming back to life would mean leaving the school. And I, uh."
Snake stopped for a moment, hoping that the end of the sentence would just come to him. It didn't.
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"Ah. I was wondering why you'd ended up here of all places. But you...?"
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"I can't leave. Not yet."
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"No. It's all here."
He let out a short bitter laugh.
"This is what you get when you spend too much time around the same group of people."
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