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Snake wasn’t going to lie. In fact, he’s just gonna straight up tell you that being a good guy was harder than it is. Well, for him anyway.
It’d been about possibly 7 months since the release of the former ‘Bad Guys’ and the end of their sentence. To say the least, everything had been smooth sailing for them.
Everything was going great. Webs had a new job, Piranha’s musical gig shot through the roof, Shark’s fashion designing dreams came true and Wolf’s as happy as he could be. Snake, all in all, was just happy for his friends (Although he would never admit).
Yep, everything was smooth from then on.
Perhaps that’d be the reason why Snake had a bad feeling
It wasn’t easy being a Good Guy in Snake’s case. I mean, did everyone really think that as soon as the gang were released from prison, everyone would magically just see them as heroes? Of course not.
Snake still got the occasional glances, those of fear, weariness and concern, when he went on a walk. He still got judgemental stares from cops when he browsed shops (Yes, he properly buys them, much to his dismay). And yes, he still got the screams of fear at possibly the randomest of times he appears.
Snake was used to this, of course. After all, he was a feared predator, one possibly feared even more than Wolf or Shark. His species was one that slithered on land, swam in oceans. His species was one that was venomous and life-threatening. His species was one that could hide in plain sight and attack whenever. Snake was a predator that really was hard to bring good to his name.
Yep, being feared really did hammer in a certain view on life in Snake’s opinion.
Today really was no different and Snake was walking in broad daylight with his tired and mean resting face on.
Despite the fact that the city was a naturally crowded place, that didn’t seem to be a problem for him as pedestrians made a clear way for him to pass through. Did he relish this? Yes, he did. Did he like it? Eh, more so.
Perhaps Snake would’ve liked it more if they didn’t scream out of pure fear. The drama queens people were, honestly.
What was Snake doing in the city, you may ask? Going to the diner he and Wolf always went to, of course. It’d become a daily thing ever since their prison release that on every Friday, they’d go to the diner and just recount memories for old time sake. Things were definitely different for the both of them.
Anyways, it’d been a Friday and Snake was heading down the diner. Wolf, on the other hand, was just wrapping up a charity job he’d volunteered to do (And a job Snake rejected entirely). Despite the two cars that Diane had lent to Snake and Wolf since their release, she did manage to forget one tiny thing. Snake didn’t have hands. Or legs for that matter.
Driving a car with only one limb that was capable of cracking safes and such, was harder for Snake. He never really bothered to try driving, but just ends with the conclusion that it’d probably end in complete and utter disaster for him. That’s why Wolf was always the first option to drive for heists.
Snake sighs upon seeing the familiar diner and decides to sit outside for a bit, not seeing Wolf’s car parked anywhere near the said diner. Besides, Snake loved the sun, he could just sit here and enjoy the warmth whilst he waited for his best bud to pull up and possibly tease Snake to his wit’s end.
Snake slithered onto an empty bench and coiled himself. He then rested his head on top of the bundle that is his body and began to wait patiently.
Pedestrians walked past Snake, often giving him quick glances, but that seemed to stop, only narrowing down to every 2 or 3 looks whenever a crowd rushed past him. It was either that people were too busy with their own lives to notice the Burmese python on the bench, or that people were just not wanting to both provoke and wake up Snake. Either way, it gave Snake time to bask in the warmth that he oh-so loved.
Thankfully, it was only a few minutes before eventually a shadow fell upon Snake’s sleeping form and when he cracked open one eye, he let out a playful groan for show.
“Well hello there, Sleeping Beauty.” Wolf flashed a smile.
“Augh, there goes my Friday.” Snake rolls his eyes, lifting his head.
“What, don’t like being called a beauty? Okay, how about sugarplum?” Wolf raised an eyebrow.
“Ew, that’s even worse.” Snake remarks, pulling a face.
Wolf lets out a chuckle, “Wanna go inside?”
Snake fully uncoils himself, standing up straight, “Sure.”
The diner wasn’t as crowded as either of them had feared, being able to take a table without having to scare some poor family off it. After ordering what they wanted (And somehow not scaring off the trembling waitress), Wolf began to go off on a rant, talking of his day. Snake listens contently to Wolf’s ranting and rambling of today’s events, how he made a speech, how he got to get along with some kids, just the general stuff, and Snake listened to every bit of it.
Sure, anyone could get annoyed with Wolf’s continued rants and rambles, it often felt like you were in a one-way conversation with the canine himself. But that’s what Snake liked about Wolf. He liked how the lupine could talk on for days and days, satisfied with the remarks, the comments, the jokes that the serpent would inject every once in a while.
“That’s just stupid.” Snake remarks as he nonchalantly takes a sip out of his coffee.
“Exactly! And no one even listened to me, man, it was frustrating.” Wolf lets out a groan of annoyance.
Snake lets out an amused chuckle at this.
As quick as the speed of light, Snake flickered out his tongue, quick enough so that Wolf didn’t see. Ever since that off-handed comment of Snake being able to taste air (Which should be fairly obvious with the constant tongue flickering his species did), Wolf took every opportunity to annoy his friend about it. If Wolf ever caught Snake doing the slightest flicker of his tongue, he’d be right next to the reptile and ask him what the air tasted off. To which Snake would just reply with ‘An idiot’ before slithering away.
Right now, the air tasted of various things. The pastries, Wolf’s cologne, coffee. Mm, yep, many things indeed. Listening to Wolf’s continued rant, Snake relished in the many familiar scents before he was suddenly hit by a strong smell of blood. And his reaction must’ve shown through, because now Wolf was frowning at Snake, looking quite concerned for his friend.
“Snake, bud, you good?” Wolf questions.
Snake shakes out of his shock, blinking for a few good moments, “Y-Yeah. I’m good.”
Wolf frowns even more.
‘Crap, great going, Snake.’ Snake’s mind hisses.
“Seriously, it’s nothing. I think the coffee’s just a bit too strong.” Snake gathers his composure and replies rather dryly, shaking his cup of coffee gently.
Wolf seems to take the excuse, his frown softening and the look of concern for his buddy immediately erasing itself from existence, “Oh, right.”
“Mmhmm.” Snake hums in reply.
For a moment, Wolf stops talking and there’s a moment of silence for the both of them, hearing the bustling sounds of the people outside, the workers rushing to and fro and customers calling out for service from the waitresses.
Eventually, Snake breaks the silence.
“Say, how’d the charity go last night?” Snake asks, not wanting to spare another minute not hearing Wolf’s voice.
And with that, Wolf beamed and began to go into a semi-rant of a charity/gala he attended last night. And Snake basked in Wolf’s sweet, sweet voice.