[ for a spell, he says nothing. this isnt unusual of snake, admittedly. he hears it, the exhaustion laced in raiden's voice, and he wonders what it's from. he could ask, snake supposes, but he gazes over at raiden with that look, that's something between a man and a protector, predator and equal.
the mask is left on his hip, gold flecks catching the light as he walks into the apartment that is next to his; he'd picked it deliberately, made a point to settle himself in next to him just in case. overbearing and presumptive as always.
he chooses the bed. sits on the edge of it, elbows on his knees and fingers laced loosely. he can see it, the way the wrinkles in raiden's face knit together with thought and control: he looks like he's seen a ghost.
snake looks to the floorboards, clearing his throat.
maybe he has. he's not sure yet. ]
Not gonna ask about the face?
[ seriously, he expected that out of his mouth first. ]
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the mask is left on his hip, gold flecks catching the light as he walks into the apartment that is next to his; he'd picked it deliberately, made a point to settle himself in next to him just in case. overbearing and presumptive as always.
he chooses the bed. sits on the edge of it, elbows on his knees and fingers laced loosely. he can see it, the way the wrinkles in raiden's face knit together with thought and control: he looks like he's seen a ghost.
snake looks to the floorboards, clearing his throat.
maybe he has. he's not sure yet. ]
Not gonna ask about the face?
[ seriously, he expected that out of his mouth first. ]