liquidation | 003 | video

[When the video turned on, all that it showed was Liquid, lying in bed and asleep. While that left the question of who in the world had turned on the Pokegear, since it obviously wasn't him, there wasn't much time to ponder that question before he started talking.]

This is not my box. No. Not my box.

[Going from the tone of his voice, this was a terribly serious matter. The location of the box is of grave importance.]

It doesn't even look like my box. It's your box. This is not my box!

[He made a noise that sounded both annoyed and distressed.]

My box is missing. I can't find it. ...Hello? Hello? Is this the home for missing boxes? I've lost my box. Have you got my box? Where's my box?

[There was a little more mumbling after that, but it trailed off into incoherence. For another minute or so, everything was quiet, save for the occasional mumble from the sleeping soldier.]

[Then...]

Cock wobbler!

[He woke himself up with his own shout.] Hmm? What? Wobbles?

[And peered around blearily for a bit, then humphed and let his head drop back onto the pillow.] Wankers.

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What.

The hell.

[>implying Otacon ever sleeps]

'S nothing, I just gave myself a fright. Something about wobbling, I don't know.

[Not going to deal with this right now, sleeping time.]

...

[Really?]

[Really?]

[His is an incredulous look.]

...James, I can get a cardboard box if you want one that badly.

[He's actually going to take his face out of the pillow to give you a look, Otacon.]

What the bloody hell are you going on about?

You're the one talking in your sleep about boxes.

I did no such thing. That would be ridiculous.

[He'll just very calmly point to the Pokegear as if to say 'check it, dumbass'.]

[And Liquid will return that look with one that says 'stick it up your arse', and will put his face back in the pillow.]

You know, you're really going to want to see that.

I'd bet you that I don't.

[Do you know how often he gets decent sleep? The answer is not often enough, so let the sleeping snake lie, gdit.]

[France is infinitely amused by this, but since he's such a nice guy, he's texting rather than just laughing in your face.]

If you're looking for boxes, you should try the Department Store basement. But I get the impression there's a specific one you require?

[What is his life]

I don't need a box. I have a perfectly good box of my own, thank you kindly.

[it appears to be rather boxed in.]

You appeared to be quite concerned with its wearabouts. Are you sure you know where your box is?

[You have no idea.]

It's none of your business where my box is.

[It's in his inventory, where it always is, because Snakes have a strange and inexplicable love for cardboard boxes.]

Perhaps not. I must admit, though, that I am curious. It seems this box is rather special. At least insomuch that it features prominently in your subconscious.

[Perhaps it is because Snakes find hard-won security in the dark, enclosed, slightly musty nature of cardboard boxes.]

The standard cardboard box is the least appreciated yet most valuable asset of an infiltrator's inventory. Appropriate utilization of it can allow him to pass unseen by enemy soldiers or set up an ambush. A box has saved my skin more times than I care to count, so if one features prominently in my subconscious, I can only imagine that's the reason why.

[And they're also batshit insane. At least, most of them are.]

[...Woah, that's a much longer response than France expected; at best, he'd expected to be told to talk to the hand. It takes France a bit longer to respond to the last text than previously since now he feels compelled to give his words more thought.]

I've never thought that a cardboard box could be used like that. It's very ingenious now that I do think about it. I'll have to try it the next time I'm in need of a hiding place. I take it your career is in espionage?

I am a career soldier, yes. For several years, I did work in espionage and infiltration, but I have served in several branches of the armed forces at one time or another. I am a man with a vast array of skills, you see, which makes me a particularly valuable and adaptable asset.

[Those skills primarily being in the fine art of killing people, but hey. He likes to brag.]

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