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hadriel_logs2015-12-15 03:58 pm
camouflage) wrote in hadriel_logs2015-12-15 03:58 pm
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death ain't nothin but a heart beat away (closed)
Who: boss & kaz
What: keeping people who hate you from dying of hypothermia: a guide
Where: kaz's place
When: during red snow
Warnings: boss' general callousness and kaz's general rage (edit: now with an extra spicy helping of torture talk)
It was surprisingly easy to give Miller his space after their argument (well, more like Kaz telling him to go to Hell, but details). While John had managed to secure enough supplies that he wouldn't struggle, the situation was still hardly what one would call comfortable. Even someone like him, who was used to sleeping on the hard ground and eating shit, military rations. He still had a lot on his plate to deal with day-to-day.
Of course, while John had stayed out of sight and didn't try to carry a conversation, that didn't mean his (former?) friend was completely out of mind. Kaz didn't want to see him? Not a problem for a man that had spent most of his life living in the shadows. He had managed to find out where he was living, made sure he was able to survive on his own. Kaz was extremely capable, enough so that John was confident in the man's abilities even sans two limbs. Still, though, this was a situation a little out of their depths, Kaz even more so. After all, the man had never been thrown into the middle of a jungle with bare-minimum supplies and been told to survive. Big Boss wasn't going to proverbially hold Miller's hand in this situation, especially when it was so unwanted, but that didn't mean he was going to let the man suffer.
Then it snowed and the cave froze over.
So there John is, at Kaz's door, totally not about to engage in proverbial hand-holding, with supplies to start a fire. He knocks after a moment of thought, deciding that it would probably make his old friend more agreeable if he doesn't just barge in. Room 101; hopefully what's in there isn't the worst thing in the world.
What: keeping people who hate you from dying of hypothermia: a guide
Where: kaz's place
When: during red snow
Warnings: boss' general callousness and kaz's general rage (edit: now with an extra spicy helping of torture talk)
It was surprisingly easy to give Miller his space after their argument (well, more like Kaz telling him to go to Hell, but details). While John had managed to secure enough supplies that he wouldn't struggle, the situation was still hardly what one would call comfortable. Even someone like him, who was used to sleeping on the hard ground and eating shit, military rations. He still had a lot on his plate to deal with day-to-day.
Of course, while John had stayed out of sight and didn't try to carry a conversation, that didn't mean his (former?) friend was completely out of mind. Kaz didn't want to see him? Not a problem for a man that had spent most of his life living in the shadows. He had managed to find out where he was living, made sure he was able to survive on his own. Kaz was extremely capable, enough so that John was confident in the man's abilities even sans two limbs. Still, though, this was a situation a little out of their depths, Kaz even more so. After all, the man had never been thrown into the middle of a jungle with bare-minimum supplies and been told to survive. Big Boss wasn't going to proverbially hold Miller's hand in this situation, especially when it was so unwanted, but that didn't mean he was going to let the man suffer.
Then it snowed and the cave froze over.
So there John is, at Kaz's door, totally not about to engage in proverbial hand-holding, with supplies to start a fire. He knocks after a moment of thought, deciding that it would probably make his old friend more agreeable if he doesn't just barge in. Room 101; hopefully what's in there isn't the worst thing in the world.