//itsu no ma ni ka bokura nanigenaku deatta

[philanthrotaku]

Who: Hal Emmerich, Liquid Snake
Where: Azalea Town
When: Midday, October 10th
Summary: Hello, I am a crack pairing between two socially awkward people.
Rating: idfk, T or something
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[boldandresolute]

Annoyingly enough, finding a restaurant meant that Liquid would have to put on a shirt. Damn these establishment and their rules about upper body clothing and service-- did that mean that if he wore a shirt but no pants, they would still serve him? That was an experiment for another day, however.

Liquid was wearing a shirt for one of the few times in his life-- he was wearing a black muscle shirt which really didn't hide any more of his chest than he did when he was shirtless.

"Yes."

He was glad for that damn snake to be back in her Pokeball; she'd bite him at the slightest opportunity, he knew it. Probably for those threats he'd given Otacon forever and a day ago, but she apparently held grudges like a pro.

[philanthrotaku]

"Okay." It seemed a bit odd, Liquid in a shirt. Like seeing water running uphill or the sky turning purple.

And at the same time, Otacon couldn't really deny he looked sort of nice.

"Let's go, then."

[boldandresolute]

Of course he looked good-- Liquid looked good in anything. Though, perhaps, he looked better in nothing.

"All right."

This one was kind of going to be on Otacon, because Liquid really hadn't a clue about any of the restaurants in town. They all seemed to be rather Asian in style, and he really had no experience with such things. That was Otacon's department.

[otaku_mk_ii]

That it was.

He led Liquid out of the forest and back into town, smiling as he did.

"Y'know, Azalea seems pretty nice. Little smaller than Violet, but nice and quiet."