Not so fine was Shadow looking away, but at least that looked more like flustering than regret or anything like that, going by the remaining attention. It was cute. ...Maybe not the best word, but it'd suffice until Snake found a better one.

But it'd be good to know they were roughly on the same page, just opposite sides of it, later—the whole “worried about things but wanting them” thing. But he could see that smile once he calmed down a little, pulse no longer deafening, and one formed in mirror on his own lips.

The change in the kiss was all that caught his attention, initially; the angle of it (which he'd thought to further deepen, but Shadow's hands being where they were, he figured it better to cede that bit of control for now; that and he liked where they were), but not the angle of anything else. In fact, he only noticed that change once Shadow nudged at his hand--which Snake followed, instead bringing it to the shorter 'bot's hip--and drew back.

In fact, he nearly lost it anyway with the shift, worried in that split second that he really shouldn't have done that. The grip on his arms didn't really clear anything up, at first, but once Shadow found less reactive placement, Snake felt his face heat up. That... That was definitely not trying to get away, then. That was definitely being okay with it. That was also definitely still fabric against his mouth, but he could deal with that once his brain caught up. And once it did, he pulled dark fabric down with his free hand, hooking his index finger under the top edge of the mask after putting just enough space between their lips to do so. While in the process of that, the taller 'bot tested the hold Shadow had on his arm--or, well, he might have phrased it that way. Really, Snake just palmed the ninja a fraction more insistently, shifting downward before following back up. Whether this was meant to encourage or test what Shadow could handle or... whatever that concern was (it was sitting quietly, present but a bit vague; couldn't be assed to figure it out, at the moment), Snake didn't rightfully care or know.

He doesn't "hiss" excessively. He just mainly ends up using softer S sounds unless it's from a "z" sound ("zap" will not become "sap", for instance, but his Z's are a little odd). It only lasts as long as the letter's meant to be voiced, but he'll drag out words like anyone else when under certain pressures or whatnot. A very pleased Snake who is trying to keep it contained might say "yesss", for example. By that same token, the opposite would be "nooo", so. It's... more like a distinction than even an impediment.

Can unhinge his jaw.

His design is more python than anything, but Wily did install a corrosive "venom" pack stored above the hard palate. It's injected or distributed via storable, hollow fangs. This is part of the reason for the whole unhinging jaw thing.

Snake's tongue is long (but not forked), and not just "above average" terms. With his jaw unhinged, the tip of his tongue stops about at the clavicle. Isn't any weaker for its length, either.

Flexibility is a must for getting into and through tight spaces, but he leaves most of the more complicated manoeuvring to his Search Snakes and watches their paths and whatnot in real-time. This is mainly due to caution, since it's easier to pull back the snakes than himself.

Toad is his favourite target for harassment. By harassment, I mean terrorising, taunting, and otherwise scaring into corners. Additionally, slugs are disgusting and utterly repulse him. He can't even handle looking at them. /data card

Watching Shadow go over his person to find various items was probably more distracting than it honestly should have been. Had any right to be, and Snake caught the direction his thoughts took, just running right off with the whole thing. Had it really been so long he was reduced to that? Really? Why was this even such an issue? Other than because somewhere along the way, he'd gotten used to it. He made himself focus on what Shadow pulled from his clothing, identify and commit each to memory. It helped with focus, at least.

Snake slipped a step closer when Shadow paused in his search, swallowing back the urge to just either high-tail it out of there or otherwise give up on the dare.

"No need; just making sure." One slim hand reached out to drag knuckles across where that needle Shadow'd shown off was kept, and Snake did his damnedest to keep his earlier composure even though this really started pushing at his limits. "Wouldn't want to get caught on anything."  Two options at this point, and one might be safer than the other. But did playing grab-ass and running really... count? That was almost commonplace, in some senses. And would it be as satisfying a risk to t--

Wait a minute. That shouldn't have anything to do with anything!

...Oh, to Hell with it.

galvanicsupurbia replied to your post:… I want a Toad and a Gemini to harass. ‘-‘ ...

Do it .-.

I want a Toad and a Gemini to harass. '-'

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..well….

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He’s looking for Rock lkdfg

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..lol

No. No, he hadn't agreed. He'd been put on the spot. Dared. It was "agree or suffer the humiliating consequences" and Snake really had no interest in being humiliated. Ever.

Besides, it wasn't exactly anything he'd openly object to. Right? So it wasn't a bad thing. It left him unsure and there was the possibility of everything ending up wrecked because of it--being realistic and aware of all ends of the possibility spectrum, of course--or it could just be shrugged off. Really, that was the best outcome. Just acknowledge the circumstances and move on with life.

It's not like he'd been dared to do anything remotely provocative to Shadow in the middle of the hallway in front of anyone.

Wait.

Yes he had.

But, no, it could work in his favour just as easily as it could work against him, couldn't it? It--well, it could at least serve as a bridge, anyway. In terms of topics to discuss! Not... in moving from the hall because honestly, that wasn't likely. Shadow might have been a lot of things, but there were some things Snake had never seen evidence of. Hell, he hadn't even figured Shadow knew that kissing was a thing they could do before their first! But, then, what if by that measure...

Snake pressed a hand over his face, heat settling well over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He was just overthinking this, now, and getting lost on tangents. That didn't accomplish a mission. And he would accomplish this because a dare was a dare. Childish as it might sound, it fit right in there with his usual ways.

...Why was this only ever an issue when Shadow was involved? Boundaries and fuckups were never things he took into consideration before. Well, not like this. He didn't freak out.

Well.

Time to go embarrass the virgin (and himself).

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The hall wasn't one of the busier ones, but it had its share of traffic; one 'bot walking this way, another one that way--Snake was pretty sure it counted as "public". They all walked down it or part of it at some point or other during the day, generally. A Search Snake wandering up and down the ventilation shaft above the hallway sent back pertinent data which received about half as much attention as Snake probably should have been paying it. He was more attentive to the file hopping he was doing (even if doing both that and minding the feed simultaneously wouldn't have even approached being an issue), searching through memories to establish a rough estimate of where he really shouldn't put his hands.

Shadow and his damned toys.

It was useful beyond this operation, but it mattered right now because this needed to be a little more hands-on than he normally was.

...okay, a lot more hands-on.

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….The first is pretty accurate.

to be corrected.