“Breakfast?” The Fury tilted his head, as though considering the word very carefully. “It’s almost time for lunch.” He looked around for a moment before pointedly stepping over the Fear’s lingering bedding, heavy boot falls obvious on the wooden floor. “I’ve been trying to wake him up for the last six hours. The sun rose over the Krasnogorje mountain peak at exactly six fifty two this morning. What reason does he have to still be lazing about in bed?”
What reason, beyond the ridiculously fast metabolism, and the fact that the Spider spent most of his nights out hunting?
The cosmonaut examined the arrow jutting from the doorway, considered removing it, then though that it wasn’t worth it. “And that is the thanks I get. He bit me, as well. Twice.”
Just another day at Cobra barracks.
And then, he noticed Snake, glowering and glaring in that ridiculous olive drab train wreck of a uniform, and he didn’t need any more invitation than the American’s sour glare to stomp down the narrow hallway for a closer look.
The Fury barely hid his amusement, and barely restrained his desire to poke at the newcomer in amused disgust with his flame thrower. “Poor thing. You let Major Krauss dress you this morning, didn’t you?” Reflexively, he secured his helmet again at the notion of being so close -- hard telling what the kid was carrying. “Right. Sorry about the jodhpurs then. He has a nasty habit of issuing them several sizes to small to the new recruits he really likes.”
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Date: 2006-10-20 07:00 am (UTC)What reason, beyond the ridiculously fast metabolism, and the fact that the Spider spent most of his nights out hunting?
The cosmonaut examined the arrow jutting from the doorway, considered removing it, then though that it wasn’t worth it. “And that is the thanks I get. He bit me, as well. Twice.”
Just another day at Cobra barracks.
And then, he noticed Snake, glowering and glaring in that ridiculous olive drab train wreck of a uniform, and he didn’t need any more invitation than the American’s sour glare to stomp down the narrow hallway for a closer look.
The Fury barely hid his amusement, and barely restrained his desire to poke at the newcomer in amused disgust with his flame thrower. “Poor thing. You let Major Krauss dress you this morning, didn’t you?” Reflexively, he secured his helmet again at the notion of being so close -- hard telling what the kid was carrying. “Right. Sorry about the jodhpurs then. He has a nasty habit of issuing them several sizes to small to the new recruits he really likes.”