dear_mun | voice testing this cowboy- canon is Phantom Pain

What did you overhear, doctor? Tell me.

[Because Ocelot can't stand rumours or people talking about him, Miller or the Boss without their permission. Those men who talked would soon find themselves being interrogated.]

[He looks kinda frightened at the idea of having to say this. But he can't deny you, can he?]

"Boss's old lover is back, wonder if this will means there's going to be trouble with Commander Miller" [Nervous, Huey pushes his glasses, and his hand doesn't leave them afterwards, fingers playing with the metal rim of them.] I-I'm. Really sorry, Ocelot. Couldn't catch whose faces those men had, just heard their voices.

[He found himself smirking slightly at that.]

Well, how do you know we don't all get along now? Better than before. ~~[threesome, anyone?]~~

Edited 2015-10-05 07:40 (UTC)

[Huey does a metaphorical spit-take ~~while mun is nodding enthusiastically~~. Red on the face, he sputters:] I-I really would rather NOT have that mental image, thank-you-very-much. [In a lower, slightly chagrined tone:] And here I was worried you'd get angry...

Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm still jealous of what Miller and the Boss had before I came along, it's just I thought it's better to get along and integrate, rather than brood and be alone. Sure, Miller and I have our differences, but the Boss seems to bring us all together in a good way. [A very good way.]

Edited 2015-10-05 07:57 (UTC)

[Is Huey sulking? Perhaps.] Ocelot... I, ah, appreciate the trust y-you're showing me right now, but. I really didn't need to know, and I'm sorry that I asked, even. You do know I'm not that way, yes?

[Are you sulking, doctor? Ocelot never misses a trick and is rather amused at your face right now.]

Don't be sorry, Emmerich. If you never ask, you'll never get anywhere. Besides, are you sure you're not the one who's jealous now?

[He was, but now he's indignant, and still terribly red.] What? Why would I? I've just told you that's not my thing.

[Ocelot can see just how red you are right now, Huey. Forgive him for silently smiling to himself. He loves making people squirm.]

Are you sure?

[Stop taking pleasure in his pai-- gdi, Ocelot.] I've been sure for 39 years. Why does it matter?

It doesn't, if you don't want it to. It's just you seem rather.....turned on about the idea.

[WHAT. NO.] You won't let me forget the interrogation room, won't you.

[Yes, Huey, yes.]

No, I won't. I can't take the image out my head of you in that chair.

... Hadn't thought I had made such an impression.

[But there's some wavering in his voice that takes out the bite from is words. Just a little. Huey looks a little bit bitter like this, gaze turned downwards.]

[Ocelot looked at the man then tilted his head, resting a hand on the other man's shoulder.]

Hey, doc. Don't get all depressed on me now, you're not having any torture anymore, if we can help it.

[Strangest of it all, but it's true he's not used to non-agressive physical contact. And now he doesn't know what to say. Finally:] I'm... an optimist, Ocelot. I don't get depressed.

[He offers you a smile.] But those, now... those are words I really wanted to hear.

Of course you are. Aren't you a technocrat too? Isn't that what they call you Metal Gear obsessive types? [He's teasing you here, Huey.]

Proud to be one. As proud as -I'd bet- you are of being... an interrogation specialist. [And he may be feeling well enough to tease back, even.] I have been married to my job since I was little more than a child, so. Why not.

[Do not read into this, but it's true he likes you the best from all the people in the base. And if that's not some weird form of Stockholm Syndrome...]

[He smiled at those words. Why, thank you Huey, he is proud of his he can wheedle information out of the toughest of men.]

Was she a pretty thing? Your wife I mean. [Because he's being nosy.]

[And right now, that's the cue for his smile to become a little more tense.] Ah, Ocelot, I really hope you're still talking about my job. That's the only marriage I've ever needed, honestly.

I could be. Sorry, doc. Didn't mean to upset you. [Perhaps he shouldn't ask him about his wife.]

You're married to your work, that's fine. I'm married to my guns.

[He let it slip during the interrogation how he'd been married before. He hoped that wouldn't get him in trouble later. But he appears to be back to his pleasant, cheerful mood so it's alright, no?] Why would I be upset?

Sahelanthropus is a pretty thing, though. You can visit her anytime. R&D gets quite lonely, usually nobody comes to my hangar.

You want me to come and visit you in your man cave? Are you sure? Isn't it a bit nerdy for a guy like me? [He's totally joking, Huey.]

[Oh, he gets that by Ocelot's tone, don't worry.] Ah, I don't think so. Didn't you say you liked weapons? I could show you my kind, then. What do you say?

Sure, doc. Why not? You show me yours and I'll show you mine, right? [There goes the innuendo again.]

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