(Okay, here's about when the so-called "story" can actually start. I
think.)
Revelations
Snake woke up once more, only some two hours after coming to in cold sweat from that horrid excuse for a dream he was immersed in. Still shaking off the last bits and pieces of the round tearing through the young man's head, his process of doing so was abruptly cut off by the fact that some dim light was in his eye. Rolling to the left to see what it could be, he was slightly perplexed to find that Meryl was not indeed at his side. As the blurred vision before him faded into his typical surroundings, he found that the bathroom door was ajar, a crack of yellowish light spilling out, across the floor, and directly into his eyes. The odd part however, was the sound coming with it. Gagging coughs here and there, something falling into water. Vomiting. Meryl was vomiting. Snake simply shrugged to himself; not the first time that happened. She'd been doing it quite a bit lately, nothing new. Maybe a cold or something, or perhaps the stir-fry chicken just wasn't cooked enough. Rolling over to avoid the light, he closed his eyes and shut out all else but peaceful rest for the second time that night.
Awaken for the third time within a twenty-four hour period by being vigorously shaken by delicate -but certainly not frail or weak- hands. Mumbling various incoherent curses to nothing in particular, Snake opened his eyes, and lurched himself into an upright sit on the bed. "Dave," began the pleasantly familiar voice, "We need to talk, now." Thinking to himself for a few moments, the best reply the groggy Snake could come up with was "Mrph."
This was in turn greeted by more shaking. "Dammit, wake up already. This is serious!" Snake simply snapped his eyes open, bloodshot orbs that denoted lack of sleep glaring at the woman in a more-than-slightly perturbed sort of way. "I'm up." He stated with an annoyed sort of tone, which matched the look rather well.
She removed her hands from the man's shoulders and folded her arms loosely beneath her breasts. Currently wearing a tank top and casual lingerie, she certainly didn't have the attire to deliver a serious lecture by the looks of it. "I think . . .uhm . . .I think . . .I'm pretty sure, that is to say, I mean . . ." Her bumbling attempt at speech was cut off by Snake, who was speaking in nothing short of a growl. "Get to the point." Shrugging as she simply decided to be blunt, the young woman sighed before resuming speech. "I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. I've already scheduled an appointment to make sure."
Taken aback, but certainly not allowing this to be seen, Snake did something between sneering and scoffing. "What?" Not as if he meant to sound contemptuous, but he somewhat did. Meryl stammered a reply, "I-I . . .well, it would explain the vomiting and the nausea and the-" Cut off again by a significantly more level-headed voice. "Crankiness?" She nodded apprehensively, resuming speech "Yeah, I guess that too." A pause. "That's it? I thought you'd be more.surprised."
At this point, Snake merely shrugged. "I guess I am.I'm just not the type of guy who shows shock very well. You know that. What happens, happens. And this is just one of those things. We'll see if you're right or not soon, I suppose." With that, the man simply closed his eyes until he heard the footsteps leave the area. But he couldn't get back to sleep.
Revelations
Snake woke up once more, only some two hours after coming to in cold sweat from that horrid excuse for a dream he was immersed in. Still shaking off the last bits and pieces of the round tearing through the young man's head, his process of doing so was abruptly cut off by the fact that some dim light was in his eye. Rolling to the left to see what it could be, he was slightly perplexed to find that Meryl was not indeed at his side. As the blurred vision before him faded into his typical surroundings, he found that the bathroom door was ajar, a crack of yellowish light spilling out, across the floor, and directly into his eyes. The odd part however, was the sound coming with it. Gagging coughs here and there, something falling into water. Vomiting. Meryl was vomiting. Snake simply shrugged to himself; not the first time that happened. She'd been doing it quite a bit lately, nothing new. Maybe a cold or something, or perhaps the stir-fry chicken just wasn't cooked enough. Rolling over to avoid the light, he closed his eyes and shut out all else but peaceful rest for the second time that night.
Awaken for the third time within a twenty-four hour period by being vigorously shaken by delicate -but certainly not frail or weak- hands. Mumbling various incoherent curses to nothing in particular, Snake opened his eyes, and lurched himself into an upright sit on the bed. "Dave," began the pleasantly familiar voice, "We need to talk, now." Thinking to himself for a few moments, the best reply the groggy Snake could come up with was "Mrph."
This was in turn greeted by more shaking. "Dammit, wake up already. This is serious!" Snake simply snapped his eyes open, bloodshot orbs that denoted lack of sleep glaring at the woman in a more-than-slightly perturbed sort of way. "I'm up." He stated with an annoyed sort of tone, which matched the look rather well.
She removed her hands from the man's shoulders and folded her arms loosely beneath her breasts. Currently wearing a tank top and casual lingerie, she certainly didn't have the attire to deliver a serious lecture by the looks of it. "I think . . .uhm . . .I think . . .I'm pretty sure, that is to say, I mean . . ." Her bumbling attempt at speech was cut off by Snake, who was speaking in nothing short of a growl. "Get to the point." Shrugging as she simply decided to be blunt, the young woman sighed before resuming speech. "I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant. I've already scheduled an appointment to make sure."
Taken aback, but certainly not allowing this to be seen, Snake did something between sneering and scoffing. "What?" Not as if he meant to sound contemptuous, but he somewhat did. Meryl stammered a reply, "I-I . . .well, it would explain the vomiting and the nausea and the-" Cut off again by a significantly more level-headed voice. "Crankiness?" She nodded apprehensively, resuming speech "Yeah, I guess that too." A pause. "That's it? I thought you'd be more.surprised."
At this point, Snake merely shrugged. "I guess I am.I'm just not the type of guy who shows shock very well. You know that. What happens, happens. And this is just one of those things. We'll see if you're right or not soon, I suppose." With that, the man simply closed his eyes until he heard the footsteps leave the area. But he couldn't get back to sleep.