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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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Hot springs were known to be healthy and even therapeutic. While Liquid had put off the risk of being caught unarmed for at least one day, the temptation to ease his muscles after his prolonged training period was too much. So he chose a time when surely few people would be around, and slipped down to the spring. Bathing suits were for civilians. Real men took their dips in the buff.

As the warmth sank into his tired muscles, he heaved a sigh of relief. There was no telling how long before other people came along, but for this one moment, there was peace. Despite that, he refused to relax. Closing his eyes, he listened intently for any sign of people coming near. Mm, warmth. It reminded him of the desert sun, a little. Only much wetter.

Real men, indeed. Snake's train of thought wasn't too different. If he could pick a time to visit the springs when no one else would be around, then it'd be golden. And for whatever the reason might have been, Lady Luck had chosen to abandon him. But for Snake to ever claim he was lucky, it would have been an unfortunate lie. In hindsight, he would have liked a little good fortune passed his way.

Finding Liquid enjoying himself kind of ruined the chances for that. At least provided Snake allowed just such a thing happen.

An eyebrow cocked and regardless of anyone who saw him, he kept the towel wrapped about his waist and tapped his right foot. "Look who came out of his corner of time out for vacation." And he was coloured most unimpressed. In the back of his mind, however, he couldn't deny that he'd almost tried to mimic Liquid's accent. Almost.

Lady Luck had never been a friend of Snakes, it sometimes seemed. At the familiar voice, he started, turning to shoot the man a dry glower that held little threat. "Don't put me in the same category as these idle children. I've been working quite hard, in fact."

Rewriting every science textbook he could find, if truth had to be told. Really, the lies they told... So many lies. So. Many. Lies. If he'd discovered the internet, he'd have been the busiest person in the world.

But how typical. It seemed that there was little chance of peace here. "Why bring it up? Don't tell me you missed me."

The look was familiar and in some way Snake found it almost... comfortable. Some things didn't change. Even though he was still having trouble trying to adjust to the fact that Liquid lived. But hey, if Ocelot could be a young guy, then who was to say that Liquid couldn't be alive in the flesh. Because he was definitely in the flesh. Confidently too. Nothing like pairing one narcissistic man with another.

"Yeah. I bet you have," because Snake didn't believe that for a moment. With a brief sharp look in his brother's direction, he finally moved to join him. In the back of his mind, he had to admit that he was just as guilty. Liquid was probably doing something worthwhile with his time, but Snake wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

His explanation was succinct, and not entirely serious, but one never would have known that with the tone. Well. Perhaps Liquid would have, being the twin brother and all. "Thought maybe you died. Again." Again.

He scoffed, resting his head on his hand and glowering. "Please, if I had died, you'd probably know about it by now. I don't intend to go out quietly if I do."

It was only half-joking. Bringing that up was a sore spot. Liquid still wasn't sure if he'd died or not, though he rather thought it had been the case. But without a logical explaination for his survival, he'd rather not have it brought up. It felt rather like failure.

The fact that Snake hadn't turned back and left was surprising in itself. But then again, he had sent him that card for whatever reason. Perhaps it was an attempt to lower his guard. Who knew? At any rate, Liquid was confident that if it came to it, he could take Snake down when unarmed. ...maybe.

If he got the jump on him.

And could grab a big enough rock.

"At any rate, you're not exactly the most conspicuous person around. It's hardly surprising I haven't run into you. After all, snakes do tend to be good at evading loud things."

Hey, he could snark at his own expense sometimes.

Snake almost smiled. Almost. Well, not even really a smile. Something of a half smirk. As if the man was utterly incapable of showing any kind of sincere emotion that wasn't cynical humour or dry wit. He did offer up the slight curve in his mouth. Liquid deserved that much.

"Right. I haven't forgotten," he conceded to his brother, somewhat reluctantly.

The relationship the two had, one inferior and the other superior, and the history left an undeniable tension. Did Snake want to understand it a bit more? No. Maybe not. Liquid was Liquid and Snake wasn't going to say he liked him. If anyone had ever asked, he wouldn't have been able to answer because there were too many conflicting ideas.

But again, Ocelot was a good example. If Snake could handle him and tolerate him, then surely Liquid wouldn't... be... too... different. Or so went Snake's flawed logic.

"You're the showboat. You want to be upfront and centre. You want to be the one everyone's looking at. This academy doesn't need two people like that." Except in his own way, Snake wasn't too different. He just had a different agenda and a different way of doing things. And his mind was on a plethora of ideals that he doubted Liquid would really care much about.

Cyrus hadn't seen this man before, but it was obvious that he was remaining vigilant. A wise thing to do, given recent situations. Perhaps he would be someone to approach regarding an allegience.

Though people placed strange significance on these scenarios, and to approach now may be percieved as an act of perversion. Which was foolishness of course, yet there were many foolish people about.

He would have to approach this subtly.

"Quite a relaxing place. Yet we must be careful to not drop our guards."

Subtle.

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