Metal Gear Solid: Timing
Snake paused, keys in hand. He heard spacey techno pop from the other side of the front door, and something else ...like a rabbit hopping around on a tarp.
'What the hell...?' Snake thought.
He set his bag down , and peered stealthily in the front window, right where he'd bent one of the strips on the Venetian blinds when they'd first moved in.
"Huh."
Otacon was playing what looked like an arcade game crossed with hop-scotch, but the 'board' was a plastic mat on the floor with colored arrows on it. Otacon's foot-falls on the mat were the hopping-rabbit noises he'd heard earlier.
Snake withdrew, and angled his key in the lock as he entered so as to make less noise. He got about four steps before the gust of colder air he'd let in betrayed him.
"DAVE- ah- hang on a second-" Otacon seized a controller from the floor, and paused his game. A blanket and several anime comic books had colonized the couch, while breakfast dishes, a soldering iron, and a partially disassembled radio straggled across the coffee table. Otacon's face was flushed, though whether from the exercise or the embarrassment Snake couldn't tell. His longish dark hair was damp and a little wild. White boxer shorts and a 'Rio Oki' t-shirt completed the image. Otacon removed his glasses to wipe his face off on his shoulder, then pushed them back into place self-consciously, and cleared his throat. "So... how was Seattle?"
"Not half as much fun as the last thirty seconds," Snake grinned.