A scientist's best friends [open]

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

Otacon had a problem. Well, a problem slightly more pressing than the sentient ship, aliens, multiverse, and--

...actually, it was a relatively small problem.

The engineer was going to need two things if he was staying here for an extended period of time: the more important of the two was his labcoat and by extension the assorted junk in the pockets of said labcoat. (The other was a bottle of brown hair dye, but that could wait).

He remembered confiscating a pack of cigarettes from the Snake in his timeline, and now the one he met here was looking for some. Of course, Otacon wouldn't give them up without a fight. Not to mention he could use the several different screwdrivers in the pockets of his coat as well.

And that brought him to the problem at hand...he was quite lost. Otacon hadn't yet realized, however, that due to either a streak of dumb luck or some twisted form of instinct he was exactly where he needed to be.

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[firmus-serpent.livejournal.com]

Snake's Otacon sense is tingling.

Well, actually... He's just been hovering around. He would wander off to do his daily exploration/patrol, then return to where ever Otacon had wandered off to. He did this several times. Sometimes, he would stop to talk to him, other times he wouldn't make himself known, only stopping to reassure himself that Otacon had not been swallowed up into the depths of Stacy, never to heard from again. Not that he would ever let on that he is concerned.

This time, he does speak up, "You got lost on your way here, didn't you?" A note of amusement.