A Fun Memory.

Part III - Snake's Revenge

For obvious reasons, Snake had immediately begun looking for a bench once he had bought an ice lolly for Sunny (as orange in color as an egg yolk?). He practically collapsed onto one as soon as he found one - surprisingly empty for such a crowded place - with his young companion on his lap. He kept simply staring in shock at the people dressed up in the oddest costumes.

A pair was dressed in blue and pink Eskimo outfits respectively in the blazing heat, carrying giant mallets. Another was dressed as (Snake almost leapt from instinct) a genome soldier, accurate to every last detail! The only thing remained was for someone to turn up nake- never mind, there was someone dressed right to a tiny speedo, lurking near a stall with the banner of "Shingeki no Kyojin" - Attack on Titan. This was getting to be too much!! Snake growled to himself, careful to make sure Sunny couldn't hear at all. "I'm bailing." He rose to sit stiffly for some time, trying to calm his angry nerves by staring at the wandering women. So many short skirts... his leg started to twitch, and he went into a zone. Mission, successful.

"Uncle Snake!!!!" Snake felt a small lolly stick bump and fall off his big target for a nose, and a whine ring in his ears. "I want that!!!" Sunny pointed far ahead at a large booth, a blinding neon pink in shade. "You... want the booth...?" Snake mumbled, still not quite out of it. There was a pause between the pair, then Sunny squeaked. "Yes!!!!" The dazed man nodded slowly and quickly got up, catching Sunny up in time before she slid off onto the ground.

Blinking a few times, he started to walk, his gait very, very unusual and slow. His eyes tried to look forward, but they kept roving towards the females who so much as nudged past him. Once he started, there was no stopping him... At least, he was a lot less grumpy now. His feet dragged them forward more and more, not taking heed of any obstacles or people.

Typical you Snake.. c:
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"SNAAAAKE!!!" He'd somehow managed to slam right into Hal and his ridiculously huge "costume of mass destruction".

"Hal...??" Snake instantly snapped out of his pervy haze and focused on his best friend who looked... very distressed. "They chased me out of the Best Cosplay contest, Snake!!" He was very nearly weeping behind his glasses. Sunny immediately burst into a fit of giggles at his state: a flushed tiny face wearing a constantly slipping pair of glasses, hiding behind an elaborate garish helmet bigger than his head. He was drooping and panting; clearly he had somehow managed to run through the massive crowds in... what ever he was wearing. Snake was in too good a mood. He couldn't help but gruffly laugh, too.

"Please don't, Snake!! Don't laugh! I've already been laughed at, more than enough..." Hal clasped his hands and begged. Snake only shrugged. "You decided on all this, baka. The outfit... you look like a weapon to surpass Metal Ge-" his sentence was cut short by a huge burst of laughter. Sunny obviously couldn't grasp this conversation, but saw the funny side and giggled harder, clutching Snake's shoulder tightly.

"Well, technically- no this isn't the time!!!! Pleeeeeeease, let's just leave this place!! They're all staring and laughing, Snake! Every single one of them!!"
"Be a man. Act worthy of your... tactical suit."
"THAT'S ENOUGGGGGGH!!!!"

At this statement, Hal reached over to grab at Snake dangerously, not even caring that Sunny was in his arms. Snake very calmly stepped back immediately. And this time round, leaning forward did lead to failure. The huge... wings on his back pressed their mass upon his weak back, pushing him down onto his knees, then consequently forward onto his face.

And it was that moment, that pheromones decided to kick in.

The people watching this scene nearby instantly fell silent. Others behind them became curious, and also hushed up. Like dominoes, silence spread throughout the entire ground. All eyes were on the three people in the middle of everything.

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Har har har har. Priceless.

Snake looked around, and slowly edged away. "I don't know this man." he whispered in Japanese. Sunny remained in his arms, only sucking her thumb in confusion. Otacon stayed sprawled awkwardly on the ground, his glasses pressing onto his face. No one could see his expression, but did see how he shook hard. No one spoke or moved apart from the legendary Solid Snake, who apparently truly was above mercy. He steadily walked towards what he assumed were the exit gates, leaving behind his friend to stew in complete humiliation.

Cool it with the big words, now.
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