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ruffians2018-08-14 09:21 pm
avoideddrowning) wrote in ruffians2018-08-14 09:21 pm
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if i crash on the couch, can i sleep in my clothes
Raiden doesn't know why he's here.
Doesn't know how he got here, if he's truthful, how he even found the place. Maybe Snake told him? Maybe he called? He can't remember. Everything over this last year is a blur, a barely-real haze of violence and drunkenness broken up hangovers and arguments. He'd say he doesn't know who he is anymore, but that depends on him ever having known. Considering the two constants in his life seem to be lies and loss, it shouldn't be any surprise he can't figure this shit out.
It's cold here too. Because of course Snake would live in the middle of nowhere where it's freezing and Raiden has to wear three sweaters and a heavy jacket just so he doesn't feel like his lungs are turning to ice.
By the time Raiden makes it to what he thinks is the right place, he's all but belligerently fighting the cold to keep a significant blood alcohol level with a near-empty flask, his shoes are soaked and he can't feel his toes, and it turns out fingerless gloves do shit all for keeping any warmth in your hands.
This sucks.
When he stops to knock the door, his upper body doesn't quite get the message, and he hits the door with a thump, but that's fine. It just gives him somewhere to lean while he bangs on the door impatiently while waiting for some kind of answer.
Doesn't know how he got here, if he's truthful, how he even found the place. Maybe Snake told him? Maybe he called? He can't remember. Everything over this last year is a blur, a barely-real haze of violence and drunkenness broken up hangovers and arguments. He'd say he doesn't know who he is anymore, but that depends on him ever having known. Considering the two constants in his life seem to be lies and loss, it shouldn't be any surprise he can't figure this shit out.
It's cold here too. Because of course Snake would live in the middle of nowhere where it's freezing and Raiden has to wear three sweaters and a heavy jacket just so he doesn't feel like his lungs are turning to ice.
By the time Raiden makes it to what he thinks is the right place, he's all but belligerently fighting the cold to keep a significant blood alcohol level with a near-empty flask, his shoes are soaked and he can't feel his toes, and it turns out fingerless gloves do shit all for keeping any warmth in your hands.
This sucks.
When he stops to knock the door, his upper body doesn't quite get the message, and he hits the door with a thump, but that's fine. It just gives him somewhere to lean while he bangs on the door impatiently while waiting for some kind of answer.
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Not that Snake can expect drunk logic to make sense.
"Yeah, I did," he says quietly as nods to the glass of water. "Drink that. All of it, if you can. And change into those clothes. I'll wash the ones you're wearing in the morning."
Did he just imply that Solid Snake, legendary soldier and spy, does his own laundry? Possibly so.