Twirl
By - Linsneakers

Liquid huffed, pacing the room in circles. It would take a couple of minutes before he started circling the room in the other direction. The British man started cursing and muttering under his breath, unaware of Ocelot watching with a bemused smirk at the doorway.

"What are you doing, Boss?" the blonde jumped, staring at the older man with wide eyes.

"Don't do that!" He wailed, crossing his arms. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Ocelot's smirk darkened, "Sorry, Boss."

Liquid sighed, "It's fine… Just don't make a habit out of it." He found himself glancing curiously at the revolver visible at Ocelot's side, "Hey… Ocelot…. Can you teach me those tricks you do with your guns?"

The Russian gave the younger man a blank expression, the smirk having fallen right off his face, "You're kidding, right?"

Liquid shook his head and eagerly stepped closer to his right-hand man. "Please, Ocelot? I'm so bored! I can't take the waiting anymore! Just let me do it for like… five minutes!"

"Wouldn't it be better if you practiced your Miller expression?"

Liquid suddenly stood up straight, tied his hair back with an elastic on his wrist, and slipped on a pair of shades from his coat pocket, "Hello, Snake, this is McDonell Miller. It's been a long time, hasn't it? Man, do I ever love Alaska! Call me if you ever need any information on Alaska, because I'm that much of a pompous, self-righteous jackass who knows absolutely everything about everything and am so high and mighty that God bows down before me and DAMN I love Alaska!"

Ocelot held back a genuine smile, "I see you've got the voice right, personality could use a little more work, though."

Liquid shrugged, letting his hair back down and placing his sunglasses back in his pocket, "Can I see your SAA now?"

"No. It took years of practice to learn how to spin these things without shooting my eye out."

"Then take the ammo out."

"No."

Liquid frowned, "Why not?"

"Because I only like reloading during the midst of battle. Anywhere else, and it's boring." Ocelot glared, before grabbing his beloved revolver from its holster, examining it carefully, "Besides… You'd scratch it."

"I would not!" The British man fumed, stamping a furious foot on the floor, "C'mon, Ocelot! Just let me try!"

"No." the Russian turned on his heel and sauntered off, Liquid tailing him.

"Ocelot!" He whined as the older man spun the revolver on his finger, taunting the blonde.

"The others will see this and call you strange, Boss." Ocelot's smirk was back on his face.

"I don't care!" And, as if to emphasize his point, the blonde leapt to the ground and tightly grabbed the older man's leg, "Oceloooooooot!"

"You're acting like a child."

The younger man pouted, "Don't care!"

The Russian rolled his eyes before emptying the rounds in his revolver's chamber. He pointed it at the younger man, "You win, but I'm watching you as you do it. If the gun falls even once, your fun's up."

Liquid's eyes brightened and he picked himself up off the floor, grabbing the SAA with glee. Before he could get it on his finger and start twirling it… it slipped from his grasp and collided with the ground. Liquid's lip twitched, and Ocelot was resisting the urge to laugh.

"Th… That doesn't count, does it?"

Ocelot smiled, making sure there weren't any scratches on it before walking away, "Sorry, Boss."