AN: Snake/Raiden of Metal Gear Solid 2. I think I'm going
to Hell for this. It's nothing spectacular, but the style's a bit different and
I enjoyed experimenting. At least Raiden whines, so you can't accuse me of not
keeping him in character.
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The Weather Outside
“Move over.”
“What the hell are you doing, Raiden?”
“What do you think I'm doing? It's freezing.”
Sheets rustled.
“Cut that out! You're letting the cold air in.”
“Whose fault is that? This is the first time I've had off in two years, and I'm
spending it in the middle of the Arctic Circle.”
“Well...”
“I said we should go to Bermuda.”
“Well...”
“But, oh no, you wanted to come all the way up here to the middle of nowhere
because it was Caribou season.”
“Well, I...”
“Do you know what they have in Bermuda, Snake?”
“Err... Palm trees?”
“Nude beaches!”
“Oh. Well...”
“Up here, I'm gonna be lucky if I only have to wear two sweaters over the long
underwear.”
“You didn't have to come. It's not like I held a gun to your head.”
A sigh.
“You know I could never leave you alone.”
“How romantic.”
“What? Are you making fun of me now?”
“No. No, it's just... Ow! Damnit, Raiden!”
“Watch it, or next time I'll leave you for the Caribou.”
“Was that a threat?”
“What do you think?”
“Not very intimidating coming from a guy who can't stop shivering.”
“Whose fault is that?”
He turned on his side. “I think we've had this conversation before.”
“Then shut me up already, why don't you?”
“Did you have something in mind?”
“Christ, Snake, you're so dense some-Ah! Okay... that's as good a place to
start as any.”
“Glad to hear it. You're purring again, Raiden.”
“That's just – mmm – the wind.”
“My mistake.”
“Hey, Snake... tell me again when Caribou season is over...”
“March.”
“Good.”