“Thought I told you not to talk about him around me,” Snake takes the bait, buttons successfully pushed. He lets Top have that in return for the good internal chuckle he just had at Top’s screech. Classic teammate buffoonery. With uncanny grace for a machine his age, he slinks out from under Top’s pod and twists to crawl up and perch on the edge of it. “And why do you have CD’s under your charger? Do you know what year it is.”
Top snickers to himself, hand impishly covering his mouth watching Snake slink out. Get even, not mad; if only He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named learned. But soon his coy smirk turns to a goofy smile, eyes squint shut. “Hard to materialize FLAC files, silly! I’m looking to move some things and display them in a pleasing manner. It’s time to rearrange my decor, and why not show off my good taste in music?” He then goes in for the cringe, “You know, if I could get FLAC files on display I’d never lose them!”
Cringe indeed, Snake looks more horrified the more Top talks. A neat trick for someone with half the facial features of a more detailed bot. “Oh my maker where’s the vent I came in,” Snake rises out of his crouch like a meerkat looking for a quick exit. “Or a DLN when you need a quick shot to the noggin. Hey,” actually, screw that. He’s curious enough to not bail just yet. Plus, he spotted his exit. “You seen Shadow around lately?”
