Dinner at Shalashaska's
Author's notes: this entire idea came from staying up to late and twatching my friend play MGS2: SoL. let's just pretend this is all possible
Disclaimer: i don't own any thing i mention in this story, ok... maybe the hair brush but that doesn't count.
"Do I have to go?" Raiden asked while Rosemary straitened the collar of the polo shirt she made him wear.
"Yes you do, and I want you on your best behavior." she said and skittered out of the bedroom surprisingly quick for someone six months pregnant.
The man gave and exasperated sigh and scratch the back of his head, not daring to move from his spot for fear of setting the hormonal Rose off. Since Solidus was more like a father than anyone else had been he had invited him to thanksgiving dinner at Revolver Ocelot's house. Rose certainly was a strange one. She'd insist they go to "Mr. Shalashaska's" even though the man had the neurotic arm of Liquid Snake that took over the rest of Ocelots body, but she freaked out because his room wasn't decorated! God, he hoped it was all just hormones. It had been a little under six months since arsenal gear plowed into New York City and thing had started to calm back down. He and Rosemary had gotten married, put together the baby's room (that was waaaaay to pastel for his tastes), gotten a dog (Rose didn't trust him around birds since she caught him sniping seagulls at the big shell), and all the typical boring everyday "normal person" things one could imagine.
Rose was back, this time with a lint brush, hairbrush, and a bottle of hair spray. She instructed him to hold the hairbrush and hair spray while she took the lint brush to the front of the grey shirt.
"So, Jack, who'll be at Mr. Shalashaska's?
"Lessee... Snake, Otacon, and Solidus made some insinuation that he was going to try to break out of prison, so he might be there too." he said counting the names off on his fingers.
"Oh good! I'll bring the macaroni and cheese then." she chirped and motion for him to sit on the foot of the bed. Oh yeah, mac 'n cheese... that why he stayed with her. She made killer mac 'n cheese.
She began to quickly brush his head of white hair and then sprits it with the hair spray. After a fit of sneezes brought on by the evil hairspray of doom the two were about ready to go. Rose grabbed the mac 'n cheese and set in gently in a weird thermal-baggy-container-thingy and waddled over to the front door.
*end chapter 1*
ick. that didn't turn out how i wanted it to... oh well! all reveiws are welcome and suggestions needed!
Author's notes: this entire idea came from staying up to late and twatching my friend play MGS2: SoL. let's just pretend this is all possible
Disclaimer: i don't own any thing i mention in this story, ok... maybe the hair brush but that doesn't count.
"Do I have to go?" Raiden asked while Rosemary straitened the collar of the polo shirt she made him wear.
"Yes you do, and I want you on your best behavior." she said and skittered out of the bedroom surprisingly quick for someone six months pregnant.
The man gave and exasperated sigh and scratch the back of his head, not daring to move from his spot for fear of setting the hormonal Rose off. Since Solidus was more like a father than anyone else had been he had invited him to thanksgiving dinner at Revolver Ocelot's house. Rose certainly was a strange one. She'd insist they go to "Mr. Shalashaska's" even though the man had the neurotic arm of Liquid Snake that took over the rest of Ocelots body, but she freaked out because his room wasn't decorated! God, he hoped it was all just hormones. It had been a little under six months since arsenal gear plowed into New York City and thing had started to calm back down. He and Rosemary had gotten married, put together the baby's room (that was waaaaay to pastel for his tastes), gotten a dog (Rose didn't trust him around birds since she caught him sniping seagulls at the big shell), and all the typical boring everyday "normal person" things one could imagine.
Rose was back, this time with a lint brush, hairbrush, and a bottle of hair spray. She instructed him to hold the hairbrush and hair spray while she took the lint brush to the front of the grey shirt.
"So, Jack, who'll be at Mr. Shalashaska's?
"Lessee... Snake, Otacon, and Solidus made some insinuation that he was going to try to break out of prison, so he might be there too." he said counting the names off on his fingers.
"Oh good! I'll bring the macaroni and cheese then." she chirped and motion for him to sit on the foot of the bed. Oh yeah, mac 'n cheese... that why he stayed with her. She made killer mac 'n cheese.
She began to quickly brush his head of white hair and then sprits it with the hair spray. After a fit of sneezes brought on by the evil hairspray of doom the two were about ready to go. Rose grabbed the mac 'n cheese and set in gently in a weird thermal-baggy-container-thingy and waddled over to the front door.
*end chapter 1*
ick. that didn't turn out how i wanted it to... oh well! all reveiws are welcome and suggestions needed!