Tonight, wandering outside the Goldenrod inn was one (1) miserable engineer staggering in the vague direction of the department store. His face was quite obviously flushed, and along with the whiplash-inducing sneezing fits it was quite obvious he had a nasty cold.

Thanks for that, Liquid.

"Phaaaa." Asimov tugged on his sleeve, trying to pull him ( Read more... )

Otacon should have seen it coming. He should have known it was possible. He was a computer hacker, for god's sake, and he had experimented to Glitch City and back with his Blue cartridge ( Read more... )

The weather was cool and overcast as the three of them left Ilex Forest--not too bad, really. Decent enough weather for traveling. Otacon, however, was lagging behind Liquid and Heather. And not lagging because he got distracted OOH LOOK SHINY, or because he couldn't keep up.

He was behind mainly because he was covered in Jigglypuff, one of which ( Read more... )

( quia peccavi nimis / cogitatione / verbo et opere )