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[She reacts in kind to avoid his strike, twisting her wrist and stepping back; the duct tape, while knocked out of her hand, serves its purpose. The sticky side of the tape has subsequently stuck itself very firmly to the top side of his hand and wrapped around his wrist, leaving the roll to awkwardly dangle in the air.

She gives him a sidelong glance, and raises an eyebrow. It was... almost humorous.]

Jumpy, are we...?

[He awkwardly stares at the tape...]

...Very funny.

[And then he attempts to get it off, or at least, makes it look like it.

BEFORE SUDDENLY ATTACKING HER WITH IT. Or rather her wrists. Makeshift ductape handcuffs, go...!]

[YOU SNEAKY SON OF A SNAKE... or man who sons... snakes. Either way, after swatting his hand away and twisting her wrist in attempts to evade him, all she succeeds in doing is twisting her wrist around another stretch of tape, not unlike his.

And not unlike some makeshift duct tape handcuffs. Samus, very blatantly, gives him a look that says she is not as amused with this turn of events as when it was just him in the sticky shackle.

She gives a tug. Tug tug. They are firmly stuck together.]

Where, exactly, did you think you were going with this?

[Just as planned. Misery loves company, and all that.]

That depends. Where would you like me to go?

[And here, have one shiteating grin and he starts pulling but especially PUSHING. Preferably against the next best wall. He still hasn't forgiven you for last time, missy.]

[She's not going to make his endeavors easy by any means. He pushes, she pushes back.]

Good question.

[He'll probably note her strength doesn't seem proportional to her size. Her weight is however; Samus, for all her strength is still rather lightweight and easy to pick up.

She'll just not let him get that chance. The open hallway isn't an ideal place to fight and even less so--his dorm. She shuffles, tugs and pulls, trying to guide him back in his own place of residence.

Pressing up against his body, she twists his arm and feels it only fair to return his sneaky move--by trying to make him punch himself. BACK. BACK INTO YOUR ROOM, SNAKE.]

[OH BUT WHY WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF SAMUS

Anyway, he gets the hint. What do you think he is, some ruffled dog that needs to go back to its dog basket...

You know what, as difficult as it probably is in their current position--he suddenly bends his knees until he's almost in a crouch and drapes Samus over his shoulder that way! Hope you're comfortable there. He stands again.]

Do you enjoy this sort of thing?

[And yes, NOW he does return into his room. RUH OH WHAT IS HE PLANNING]

[Yes, back you mangy mutt you--NO. NO YOU JUST DIDN'T... Samus is admittedly momentarily bewildered that such a simple tactic would prove so very effective. She is literally swept off her feet. If she really wanted to make his efforts miserable, she is certain she could, but there is the consideration that they are bound at the wrist and accidentally injuring herself to escape would be slightly counter-productive. Not a sacrifice she wouldn't be unwilling to make if it came down to it, but; really? over duct tape?

Instead, she grips his shoulder for support and gives him a mighty sneer--probably one he can't see with all her butt in his face.]

I think you enjoy parading around the title of Boss a little too much.

[Truthful answers will predictably, continue to elude him.

Besides, she would like to see what he is planning. Andor the inside of his dorm.]

Edited (repeating words oh no) 2012-08-02 07:25 (UTC)

[Told you he'd sweep you off your feet. He chuckles, carrying her into his room and kicks the door shut behind him... uh oh. So much shapely butt in his face, he's not really complaining, by the way.]

Yeah? I think right now you should be glad that I'm not parading you around.

[Wouldn't that be lovely, I'm sure Falcon would approve.

Anyway. Samus might notice that he's going straight for the bed.

And. Drops her there. On her back. Still bound to her, of course, though it's not like he drops down with her.]

Very funny. This is close enough in my book.

[And she doesn't seem very glad about that or being deposited on the bed. Nicer and softer than the floor, sure, but it's certainly one place she didn't expect to be in so soon. Or... ever. It left her with little more than a fleeting glimpse into his dorm.

She did, however, currently have a very good vantage of Mr. Snake in all his manliness. ]

[Oh the things he could do to you now Miss Aran.

Thank god he is too decent a guy for that, though, nor does he want to get smacked, and so he moves their taped together hands around up to the pillow Samus' head is resting on, to... pull out a knife from under it.

Yeah, he sleeps with a knife under his pillow. NOTHING WEIRD ABOUT THAT.]

Don't worry. No one will know you taped yourself to me in the middle of the night.

[Fumble fumble. Carefully starts cutting--DONT MOVE, SAMUS.]

Probably.

[Oh she'd do more than smack him. Were it not for her own profession she would find it strange--she happens to sleep with a gun under pillow ~~and a man who can set himself on fire at will.]~~

You taped yourself to me and you should consider yourself fortunate that's all that happened.

[Despite her calm demeanor Samus is tense under him, eyes flitting back and forth to his eye and the blade.]

Not many people sleep with a strider ht under their pillow.

[Eyebrow quirk. Don't distract him now, Samus, he's almost done and hasn't even cut you yet.]

You started it. What was I supposed to think?

And that's sort of--

[Sigh. And whoops, he accidentally dropped the knife... between pillows.

Samus' pillows.]

Er.

[Slightly flushing? At a loss for words? Him? NOOO.]

[~~The knife went through Samus's chest and she died the end.~~ She flinches as cold steel gently and harmlessly settles between her plentiful and heaving bosom. Really. Really. She stares at it, then at the man who gave it it's freedom with a stern, clearly disapproving face.

Her other hand grabs the offending knife, and draws its sharp tip to the soft skin of his neck, lightly tracing a line up to the bottom of his chin. Speaking slowly and in a low growl, she'd need no blade to make her, ahem, point very clear.]

Consider yourself

very

fortunate.

[She finishes what he started with one quick and precise thrust.]

[Oh yes ma'am very fortunate um. He doesn't even dare to swallow, much less speak when she presses the knife against his throat--what exactly did he do to deserve that? It wasn't like he had dropped the knife on purpose...

Probably. He couldn't be too sure.

Well at least, after a few more moments, they are finally free, and he immediately stands, straightening his back.

Indignant huff. Also turns away and crosses his arms in front of his chest.]

You should probably leave now. And I don't want to see you sneaking around the dorms with duct tape again.

[It'll just make him think you have a fetish or something, ....]

[ROLLING HER EYES, SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS. She uses the knife one more time to cut through the remainder on her wrist, then rips it off like a big, sticky band-aid. Almost immediately, her skin reddens in protest--big obvious lines nothing short of long sleeves and a glove would hide.]

Speaking of, where is the rest of the roll?

[It's like she didn't even hear you.]

I'm not leaving without it.

[GET OUT ~~PAIR OF TITS~~. Also probably somewhere between the sheets. Or behind the bed. OUT OF SIGHT.

Now he's just going to be sarcastic for the hell of it.]

How about I just send you some spare handcuffs? They serve the same function and you can use them over and over again.

[INTENSE FROWNING AT YOUR STUPID BACK. She's looking around for it, messing up his bed and tossing his pillows around without a care. Where is it where is it--she doesn't want to waste a roll over this! That was her roll.]

I didn't come here to get wrapped up in your stupid bondage fetish fantasies. [What an accusation and no pun intended. And one that distracts her despite her best efforts. All for about a second.]

Do I even want to know why you have handcuffs and apparently enough to spare?

Edited (small text failure oops) 2012-08-07 01:33 (UTC)

[HEY WHO HAS A FETISH HERE WHAT THE FUCK.

HUFF. DEADPAN.]

...I was kidding. You won't find any cuffs in my room. However, you were running around with a roll of duct tape--here. Refusing to tell me what you needed it for. [AT THE DORMS. Again he gives her a very poignant eyebrow quirk.]

Maybe you should take a long hard look at yourself before you go pointing fingers. And I don't know where your stupid tape is. Stop messing up my bed!

[APPARENTLY YOU DO, or so she'd accuse.

She runs her hand along the edge of the mattress, seemingly not hearing his protests yet again. Maybe it fell behind the bed...]

I told you, I had business.

[She thinks she's finally found the stupid roll of tape and sticks her entire arm down behind the bed--and subsequently, her well-toned ass up in the air.]

I was adorning your bastard son's door with a present for his good behavior.

[Oh wow that kind of just... slipped out. She'll pretend it didn't.]

Edited 2012-08-08 07:41 (UTC)

Business, right.

[Staring at your ass, Samus, because why the hell not. You don't see it anyway--to temptation to slap it is really quite--but he restrains himself.

And then, what she says is a little more distracting. Snake had, apparently, done a good job of avoiding his dad so far.]

Bastard son? You really are drunk, aren't you? [Is she referring to Ocelot? GROSS SAMUS.....]

[GROSS and you wish. After a successful retrieval of the roll she sits on her heels--kneeling on his bed. It's a mighty hard stare she fixes him with. Snake had done a good job so far.]

Right. You can't have kids.

[...So far.]

Not traditionally, anyway.

[Whoops--it is vague and mysterious o'clock? It sure is. She's going to slink for the exit. Not quickly but she's not turning her back to her him either.]

........

[YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT MISS. Good for you that you're getting out.]

[THEN SHE CAME BACK and professed these magical non-canonical words.]

I know Snake because I am the mother even though I am also sterile???

[Then she runs up to him and gives him a passionate smooch and they made out.]

Let's have another miracle baby. We'll learn him to kill a man.

I never asked for this.

[snake somehow evolved into snadam and samus swooened

wait no actually this is how adam was born

from smaus and snak]

Edited 2012-08-21 17:57 (UTC)

THATS COOL

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im terrible. not sure if i should be sorry though

dsfsgs BB versus DD?

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I do this sometimes with dropped characters don't mind me.

THATS COOL

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