[THREAD]

[magna_nimity]

Who: Big Boss, Solid Snake
Where: Outer Heaven, F2
When: Dec 15th, 2008 -- Evening
Summary: Big Boss forgot his own birthday.
Rating: PG
Other: Hamsters.

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[baldr_was]

He was never good at wrapping things. Give him a pair of scissors and a roll of tape, and you'd get a mess masquerading as a present in return. The edges would never be smooth, the paper would wrinkle and there was always the odd patch that he forgot to cover, revealing a great deal of the gift beneath.

Snake could never achieve the end result he had hoped for when wrapping presents, so this year, he opted for a less orthodox approach.

Sitting on his bed as he tied a thin strip of green ribbon around the clear pink plastic run-about-ball he purchased from the pet store earlier that morning, he took another look at the now chattering creature inside (who either hated being in his grasp like this or just wanted to be left alone, free to play in new toy) and frowned.

(the clerk on duty at the shop did say they were wonderful companions for Big Boss' age demographic and, grudging as it was to admit, the thing was pretty cute--)Well. It was the thought that counted anyway

[magna_nimity]

There was always something off about sitting on the couch like that; but he could never pinpoint what exactly. Fact was though that he was always very, very tired when he was alone, but he couldn't help but feel a little... (scared) uneasy about closing his eye. Big Boss knew he was old, and he knew it could always be the last time that he closed it

[baldr_was]

The ball stopped in the middle of the room as the hamster inside paused to clean its whiskers, and after that, nosed the plastic interior of the ball and rolled to the side in exploration of its new surroundings.

That was all. Apparently, Big Boss had not yet seen it.

Though you'd have to be pretty dense not to see a neon pink ball roll into the room.

Frown deepening, Snake silently crept up to peek around the corner and into the room, only to see--

--Oh, well. Feel asleep, apparently.

"Hn."

By now, the ball had drifted near the coffee table. He walked in and carefully scooped it up before glancing back at the couch, weighing his options.

On one hand, he could just leave it here and wait for the other to wake.

(and then watch as he accidentally kicks it or something in confusion)

Or he could just bite the bullet and ruin the subtlety.

Much better.

Silently, Snake approached the couch and gently tapped Big Boss on the head.

[magna_nimity]

There was no response from Big Boss's side, as he had allowed himself to drift off completely to whatever was waiting for him when he gave in to the urge to sleep and rest. His hand was still on the sleeping dog's head, not moving at all.

(happy birthday)