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[vulpesvivus]

I don't know how many people knew him, but it looks like Huey Emmerich went home.

[It was strange--five years ago, he remembered this situation had sent him into a near-total breakdown. Now, he just...quietly accepted it. Whether that was due to the fact that he wasn't quite the same now or the fact that he knew his father could come back somehow, Otacon wasn't sure.]

[Of course, just because he accepted it didn't mean it hurt any less. That sentence was the only message he sent, and he couldn't even quite manage to say it.]

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[foolishwren]

Hee. Nope.

_{[Except when she did. ... But she liked to think the part of her that made sure her self-loathing friends ate waffles on chilly autumn mornings would always stay the same.]}

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[vulpesvivus]

Well, I can't really say that surprises me in the slightest. I should probably be thankful for it.

[That was of course a vital part to have.]

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[foolishwren]

You should be. Not many people have friends who would order waffles for them.

_{[She says this as she rests her head on her arm against the table, flicking the salt-shaker with one finger and watching it wobble sideways.]}

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[vulpesvivus]

I'll be sure to remember that, don't worry.

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[foolishwren]

Good.

'Cause I like feeling appreciated.

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[vulpesvivus]

How could I ever forget that? Between you and Liquid I don't know how I handle all the attention-seeking around here.

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[foolishwren]

_{[Sideways grinnnn.]}

You like it.

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[vulpesvivus]

If it stops him from taking over the world and stops you from raising hell everywhere? I think I can live with it.

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[foolishwren]

You take good care of us.

_{[She reaches across the table to give his arm a pat.]}

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[vulpesvivus]

At least that much isn't any different from back home. But it's good to be appreciated.

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[foolishwren]

I appreciate the HELL out of you.

Like, constantly.

I'm always just thinkin', 'Man, Otacon sure is a swell guy'.

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[vulpesvivus]

Well, that sure beats 'who the hell is that Otacon guy again?'.

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[foolishwren]

Aw, c'mon! That one's not even possible.

Who'd forget you?

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[vulpesvivus]

Hopefully, no one. I'd like to think the few friends I have wouldn't forget me the second I ran off to help fight PMCs and giant robots.

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[foolishwren]

If they did, I'd beat 'em up for ya.

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[vulpesvivus]

I don't doubt that for a second.

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[foolishwren]

Good!

<sub>[And that's around the point at which the waffles arrive!]

[Can you smell those fucking waffles Otacon they are so delicious. You know you want some.]</sub>

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[vulpesvivus]

. . .

[Mother of god those waffles look like solid gold.]

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[foolishwren]

<sub>[They are. And you know what Heather's busying herself pouring on top of them?]

[..... LIQUID GOLD maple syrup.]</sub>

... Man, y'know...

... I think there're too many waffles here for me to eat.

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[vulpesvivus]

Funny how things like that work, huh?

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[foolishwren]

Yeah...


Good thing I've got another person here with me to share with!

_{[Grinning brightly, she shoves one of the plates across the table at him.]}