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Adventures in Babysitting [CLOSED]

Apr 24, 2010 03:30

Who: Solid Snake, Miharu Rokujou
When: April 21st, afternoon (backdated)
Where: Outside Skye Medical Center, then around Sector 4.
Summary: Miharu's not taking care of himself and Snake's not gonna take it anymore.
Warnings: TBA

( I believe that the children are our future. )

miharu rokujou, †: solid snake

Comments 5

torporheart April 25 2010, 08:06:30 UTC

Little hints ( or maybe very obvious hints? ) give it away. Even if Snake hadn't guessed from the moment eyes were set upon Miharu in person for the first time, he probably wasn't very surprised when the doctor started rattling off The Things Wrong. The days are still cool, but warmer in Siren's Port. Miharu had been waiting outside Club 24 dressed for something much colder. Turtle neck sweater( the one Yoite shared with him some time ago ) that comes down only a few inches from the knee, and sleeves that drape over tiny arms. The neck has to be folded down; it swallows him up. Nearly legendary black socks ( they wrinkle around his ankles; too loose ) and little brown loafers. He was shivering.

Are dizzy spells any wonder, now?

( Fifteen and the size of a fourth grader. )

Focus isn't a person's strong suit when they're in a physical state akin to Miharu's. Or, maybe it's that he's the space-off day-dreamy sort. Maybe this is why he's the space-off dead-pan gaze day-dreamy sort. The doctor wasn't even half listened to. Miharu had ( ... )

tofaceyesterday April 25 2010, 08:26:36 UTC

"'M not," Snake said at once, but it came out as a low grumble -- the kind of thing you'd say when you're half asleep and irritated that you're being bothered. Miharu could wave the list around and memorize it until he could recite each item of food backwards, but that didn't mean he'd eat any of it. If he cared about how badly he was in need of the extra weight, he was a master at hiding it. He looked exactly like the kind of person who would blink once if you told them of a recent tragedy and twice if the news was delivered by a two-headed cat. The boy was just that brand of special.

"Why? Need a coin toss?" Heads, I eat. Tails, I starve. He practically rolled his eyes when they approached a street post, waiting for traffic to slow before crossing. A row of shops dotted the street across from them; little specialty stores, tiny cafes, even a toy store that lay just across from a popular fast food restaurant that must have been the fifth or sixth of its kind in the city ( ... )

torporheart April 25 2010, 08:45:28 UTC

He's lagging again. Cars and the white of the paint on the street beneath them when they move across glanced at. Paper crinkles and then tiny fingers are pinching the fabric on the back of Snake's shirt. There's a tug. 'Wait up,' really.

"No. There was a vending machine for lollipops back there." He's glancing over his shoulder as he pads along behind like some sort of underfed duckling, clinging with a flimsy hold to his back. "I said I'd eat something when we got out. It said they're a quarter. Let's go get one."

tofaceyesterday April 25 2010, 09:07:13 UTC

He didn't realize how much he towered over Miharu. The difference was especially jarring when he looked down at the boy, expecting to see some tiny animal clinging to his shirt with tiny claws. Instead he saw something that resembled little more than a stick bug in weight, looking winded already when they had been barely walking for five minutes.

...It was funny in a way. Miharu was a year away from sixteen, but he resembled someone far younger with his stature and facial features. For a moment, Snake felt like he was facing a particularly needy little child. If Big Boss were here, he'd cave in immediately."A lollipop is barely food," He spoke matter-of-factly if not gruffly. Resisting the urge to crouch so that he and Miharu were level with each other was difficult. "You'll devour it, throw the stick away, and forget you ever ate anything five seconds later. Don't try to tell me otherwise ( ... )

torporheart April 25 2010, 09:35:48 UTC

Oh, height isn't something he takes much notice of himself anymore. Nearly everyone ( save Shijima. And babies. ) tower over him. Miharu's much less fascinated by this than Snake seems to be. 'It's enough,' he wants to say, but he doesn't interrupt. He's probably trying to glare, glower, something but he stares listless and waits.

This is true. The suggestion. He'll throw the stick away and that will have been his Meal Of The Day No Arguments. A very, very slight frown forms. A vague give away that he dislikes having someone - Snake - pay so much attention to his eating habits. Eating habits are a stupid discussion ( ... )