Homeless Box
While walking home one day, Snake discovered something most unpleasant. It was lost and sitting in an alleyway, abandoned. Snake couldn't bare the sight of the poor thing being left alone, so he picked up the box and took it back to Otacon's apartment building. He would shelter the box until he could find a nice home for it; perhaps he would even use it on a mission. There was no telling with such a nice box. It could be used for anything. Maybe, Snake thought, I can use this box to make a nice table. We can play poker on it.
With such a nice thought in mind, Snake could hardly believe that he had reached their home so quickly. In fact, he was sure he had just started walking. He couldn't help but wonder if he was being played for a fool, but this was certainly his home, and Otacon was sitting at his computer as usual. This had to be the right place. Though, Snake was careful to be on his guard and quickly hid himself under the cardboard. He moved silently through the house, Otacon giving him awkward glances now and then, but he couldn't say that he wasn't used to Snake's strange behavior. Perhaps he had not been allowed enough social skills when he was younger, but Otacon really wasn't one to talk.
"What's this," Snake suddenly yelled as he stood, moving the box off of him.
"You didn't bring home another one, did you, Snake?" Otacon sighed wearily and glanced around at the rest of the apartment. Boxes were stacked high across the living room, trailing back through the hall and into each room. Otacon wasn't sure how Snake could even sleep in his room anymore. The whole thing was littered with Snake's strange fetish. "Can't you just leave it?"
"Never. That's not the problem in question, though."
"What," Otacon wondered, staring at the man.
Snake glared at the nerd before his eyes moved down onto the box at Otacon's feet. "What is my box doing?" Snake slid it closer to him, setting down the new addition to the family as he looked inside. He pulled out a magazine with some exposed cartoon character on the front. "Is this a joke? I'm not laughing, Otacon."
"I thought I would use one to store my things. Is that a problem?"
"Yes. You shouldn't defile such a nice box."
"Snake…you're being ridiculous." Again, Snake glared at the other man. He took the box in his hands and, without hesitation, dumped the contents onto the floor. Otacon stood, staring in shock at his roommate. "Snake," he whined, "What are you doing? I put a lot of money into those!"
"Next time, you won't corrupt my box," Snake said sternly before he turned, taking both boxes in his hands, and walked down the hall. Otacon sighed. He wasn't sure what had Snake so worked up; it was only a box. After a moment, he went to work picking up his magazines, smirking at the covers of ones forgotten and replaced by newer additions. Though, now he had nowhere to put them. So, Otacon snatched one of the boxes from the pile, put the magazines inside and went into his room. Hopefully Snake wouldn't look in there, but there was no telling what Snake would notice.