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He paced the confines of his cell on the quarantine platform. Surrounded by water, consistently watched for outbursts. And now visited. A familiar sound, almost nostalgic. Some things never change, the boy still wore spurs. It drew his attention, even managed to lower his guard some. A glimmer of his old self behind the man on fire. 

please! gib!

Kazuhira’s flinch is visible; he twists his neck to look at Ocelot, throwing imaginary daggers with his eyes. The aviators do provide Ocelot some protection against his livid gaze. His scowl slowly turns into a mocking grin, “I take pride knowing the natural darkness of my eyelashes doesn’t hold against yours. If you can’t comprehend my insult, I’ll be direct: you look like a hooker ready to bend over--” he pauses to release a haughty chuckle, “too bad the only one you want doesn’t even care if you’re missing.”

If anyone knew the whereabouts of Big Boss it’s Ocelot. Kazuhira is certain that he would not give away his exact coordinates, though would not lie to him either. Kazuhira wasn’t in any position to start a fight against Ocelot and Big Boss on his own, especially in his condition. He wasn’t a threat to either one at this moment.

“You’re no stray.” He comments with a low rumble to his voice. Yevgeny rings the little bell, clearly satisfied with it. He doesn’t wait for permission to slip it around the blond’s neck and fasten it. “Beautiful.”

“And how do you plan on repaying me?” He snickered softly. “Not that I wouldn’t mind loosening you up. But one good deed deserves another.”

“What’s the matter, Kitten? Don’t like an audience?” He growls softly in his ear, remaining all too close behind the Major. “Then don’t draw attention.”  Whatever they were saying was probably pretty accurate.

You know I think you’re too cool for school. I am a waaaaay loser compared to you lmao. Love me!!