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He noticed with the vaguest sense of amusement that she wore a headband. It wasn't quite the same as the bandanna that Snake himself wore religiously, but he rarely found anyone else who wore anything on their heads. He didn't really make any big deal of it, but it was something interesting enough. He also noticed that she had something tucked into the headband as well—at first he thought cigarette, but it was not. Some other drug, he guessed. Snake smoked and drank, but that was it. The rest of those things tended to mess with your mind, and the idea of needing to fight and being unable due to some kind of drug like that was abhorrent to him. So he did not give them any mind.
There was no recognition in her golden eyes until the last name—that reaction was a little stronger than a distant relative. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to mean until she spoke up, and he realized that he had been right. Her own father was here—though the other two she sought were not—but he still couldn't tell very well if she was truly happy about the prospect or not. Snake was partially understanding. If he heard his own father was here, he wouldn't have much of anything to say about it personally. He had never been close to his father, and that was probably because he had thought another man had been his father for months before being corrected by chance.
He nodded as she thanked him, and he waited to see if she was going to ask to see her father. Nothing came—maybe she didn't want to see him at the moment. Made sense. He wasn't really sure what to say before something occurred to him. "I have been rude," he said abruptly in a somewhat apologetic tone, continuing with mechanical precision with the introduction, "My name is Snake, and this is Inferni. If you need any more help, just ask." He was sure the Lykois wouldn't mind one of their own.
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He noticed with the vaguest sense of amusement that she wore a headband. It wasn't quite the same as the bandanna that Snake himself wore religiously, but he rarely found anyone else who wore anything on their heads. He didn't really make any big deal of it, but it was something interesting enough. He also noticed that she had something tucked into the headband as well—at first he thought cigarette, but it was not. Some other drug, he guessed. Snake smoked and drank, but that was it. The rest of those things tended to mess with your mind, and the idea of needing to fight and being unable due to some kind of drug like that was abhorrent to him. So he did not give them any mind.
There was no recognition in her golden eyes until the last name—that reaction was a little stronger than a distant relative. He wasn't sure what it was supposed to mean until she spoke up, and he realized that he had been right. Her own father was here—though the other two she sought were not—but he still couldn't tell very well if she was truly happy about the prospect or not. Snake was partially understanding. If he heard his own father was here, he wouldn't have much of anything to say about it personally. He had never been close to his father, and that was probably because he had thought another man had been his father for months before being corrected by chance.
He nodded as she thanked him, and he waited to see if she was going to ask to see her father. Nothing came—maybe she didn't want to see him at the moment. Made sense. He wasn't really sure what to say before something occurred to him. "I have been rude," he said abruptly in a somewhat apologetic tone, continuing with mechanical precision with the introduction, "My name is Snake, and this is Inferni. If you need any more help, just ask." He was sure the Lykois wouldn't mind one of their own.