dec catch all

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Who: Andyr + plotted peeps
When: all of December
Where: planet sad times
What: stuff, lori. things.
Warnings: will warn in thread headers


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[ look, ahab already told him about how he ate parasites in the wilderness, and snake works with ahab, so andyr just assumes they're the same kind of jungle lurking commando weirdos. but even besides that, andyr looks at Snake, knows he's a soldier, and automatically considers him more capable than most. also, more responsible. and, in general, an adult to seek when you've run out of options.

something that's probably a lot more weighted in paternal feelings, given his dad was the entirety of andyr's understanding of 'soldier' to him, and he looked to his dad for pretty much everything in his life, before said life fell apart. so, here he is. giving snake a carcass and asking him how to make food from it. ]

Nah, I lived inner city. Dad probably knew, but we never went camping, and he didn't want me in the military, so I never got that part. [ survival training for the wilderness. he'd taught him how to fight his way out of compounds and stay off the grid in a 32nd century world, but nothing as far as nature goes. ] They seem pretty... normal jungle cat looking. But, who knows?

[soldiergenes]

[ The fact that anyone would think Snake and Ahab work together would be enough to earn a dark laugh out of him, so it's probably for the best that Andyr doesn't voice that thought. It's probably a fair enough assumption given their resemblance and similar skill sets (hell, they even both have dogs), but... it's a lot more complicated than that.

This isn't the first time that Andyr has mentioned his father, and Snake can only hope that the kid isn't looking for a surrogate. Then again, who could blame him? With the kind of life that he's had to live, it's not really shocking that he wants some parental guidance or even comfort.

He just has a strange way of asking for it, but it works for Snake. ]

Yeah, well, we have to be careful. For all we know, this meat is gonna be poisonous to us. [ All the same, he begins to work, rearranging the panther so that it's spread out with its belly up. ] The first thing you need to do is remove the genitals. [ Snake reaches out to do just that, making a clean incision with the knife and then tossing the offending parts off to the side. ]

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Ew.

[ the first thing out of andyr's mouth when snake tells him they have to slice off the kitty's sensitive bits. for a boy who's had his chest cut open and ribcage pried apart, it's a little comical how easily that grosses him out, and the face he makes when the parts go flying off to the side. ]

Seriously? That was really necessary? [ whatever, snake doesn't seem as crazy as kavinsky, so he's assuming it was. carefully, he comes to crouch close by, but not quite up close, peering over snake's shoulder as he works at skinning the animal, that expression of distaste not really leaving. ]

It smells.

[soldiergenes]

[ It's definitely not what Snake had expected, since he has a pretty good idea of the kind of shit that Andyr has seen and experienced after their talk on the mantis planet. He clearly hadn't had any trouble with killing the animal, so why is he being squeamish now? ]

It's necessary unless you want to eat that stuff.

[ Plus there can sometimes still be urine and other waste in the animal's bladder, so they'll need to deal with that too. ]

It's a carcass, of course it smells. [ With a shake of his head, Snake continues to work, slicing the animal open from its tail all the way up to its throat. ]

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[ another frown, followed by a deeper on, when andyr realizes there is probably someone somewhere that would eat panther junk. because people are fucking weird. ]

No thanks, I'm good.

[ the stink of dead animal is pretty unappetizing, and he wonders how butchers can be anything but vegetarian, but hopefully he won't remember that part later. whatever, pay attention, andyr. and he does, at least, do that. albeit with a hand discreetly over his nose, perhaps. ]

Do you do this a lot? Is it something they teach in secret agent training?

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[ Given that there are places where the testicles of certain animals are considered delicacies? Yes. But come on, Andyr, there's no point in knocking something until you try it.

Then again, this isn't the Snake who's obsessed with eating literally any animal he comes across. This is being done out of necessity. Bad smell aside, both of them will be eager to eat the meat off this thing once their stomachs go without food for long enough. ]

I got survival training when I was in the Green Berets, and as part of another organization I was in. [ It's not like anyone would recognize the name FOXHOUND here, yet he refrains from saying it all the same. ] A lot of the ops I got sent on didn't have extraction plans, so if I got stranded somewhere I was on my own.

[ He's focused on his work as he speaks, not even bothering to hazard glances over his shoulder at Andyr. ]

All right, the next thing to do is start slicing the skin away from the musculature. You have to be careful not to pierce the tissue. [ Snake demonstrates as he works the knife under the surface layer of the panther's coat and begins to slice it away from the muscle underneath, causing it to look less and less like it was ever alive at all. ]