[Snake is propped back in his chair, feet on the desk for his computer. He appears to be flipping through a file and folder. His tone is muffled as he's behind the folder. He doesn't bother to show much aside from the top of his head and the wisps of brown hair here and there.

...He looks like he just got out of bed. Evidently being proactive when Metal Gear isn't involved isn't one of his strong suits. Then again, all he was ever doing in Alaska was drinking and smoking while he tried to figure out what the hell the Patriots were up to. The man knows a healthy lifestyle when it slaps him one in the face.]

The name's Lieutenant Pliskin. This is for the students of Boxes 101. Come on time or don't come at all.

[He's real good with introductions.]

( [Private to EVA] )

[ here, have mr. grumpy swordsman, looking very unenthusiastic. ]

A day dedicated to kissing and romance? Hmph. Sounds pointless. I'll pass.

[ Stupid weird foreign holiday. Why would a mercenary care about love and such anyway? His job was to kill the enemy and punch idiot students who didn't listen, not romance some woman (even if he did have a soft spot for them). ]

[ look who's finally settled into her office. It's decorated with hearts and cupids, though some of the hearts are crooked or upside down. She hasn't really done this decorating stuff before. And Manah seems a bit distracted today. ]

Such an interesting holiday. Back home, nothing like this would ever have been celebrated. It's actually a rather nice change from the battles and wars. I heard hearts and children with bows and arrows are appropriate decorations; a rather interesting combination.

I do wonder----

[ she pauses for a moment, getting lost in thought. Hearts? Babies with weapons? All that was missing was dripping blood and it would feel like home. Bloody hearts and Grotequeries. It reminded her a bit too much of home.

Caim. Another reminder of home. Why did people here keep repeating his name? Maybe she was hearing things after all. He was supposed to be dead anyway. Not even he could survive a fall into a seemingly bottomless chasm, right?

She suddenly turns in her office chair and rips down the cupids pinned to the bulletin board behind her. ]

Perhaps just hearts will do.

[With this murderer business wrapped up, media interest is going to wane - and fast. Luckily, somebody knows how to keep money in his pockets for a little while longer. Even if it means stooping to awful levels.]

With all these hearts plastered all over the walls, I'd say love is in the air. So if any happy couples want a little something special to remember their Valentine's Day by, I'll be having a little makeshift studio set up in my classroom. Buy a romantic picture of you and your sweetheart and cherish it always. All that bullshit.

So stop on by for a photo shoot tomorrow between noon and 4 pm, and make some memories.

[Never let it be said that Frank West isn't a huge sellout.]