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HE'S MAKIN A LIST CHECKIN IT TWICE

[spoiler alert falcon cares about exactly three of you]

Football Team: Everyone gets a tiny box of chocolates. Go wild. Don't tell Max.
Max: ~~Falcon re-gifts the tub of protein.~~ Fancy new lifting straps. Fancy new tank tops.
Pit: Yeah a scarf sounds good. Maybe a YELLOW ONE who knows.
Dachora: Who even takes care of you, strange bird-child? Your planet is exploded. Do you even have a coat? Have...a coat.
Bowser: An ass-kickin' to be redeemed when you least expect it.
Snake: Also an ass-kickin', also to be redeemed when you least expect it.
Cid: Booze.
Megaweapon: IS A GOOD DOG. WHAT A GOOD DOG. She gets a new doge bed and socks.
Samus: Shitty bargain bin action movies (it's tradition). ~~Falcon naked on the sofa with his dick in a box.~~ Popcorn. Couch cuddles. The standard parts/tools/fancy things/turtle wax for gunship/bike/whatever mechanical project she is working on at this time. ~~Bad Dragon dildos.~~ Champagne. ~~A baby leash.~~ A MODEST-SIZED PICTURE FRAME that has probably the only existing photo documentation of them in the same vicinity ever that isn't from Rainbow Clone Rampage 2011 (which doesn't count because the pictures were in the paper and she was in a robot suit and he was a shirtless on-fire hobo). It is probably them being dumb on the couch from like last Christmas or something (WHO EVEN TOOK IT it was the dog) and this is probably a Big Deal for someone who makes a point of keeping zero personal mementos. One (1) coupon for a night out to the restaurant of her choosing. Socks in his size.

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[He watches her carefully for a few moments, not saying anything. Falcon has always had his suspicions about how much Snake actually remembers, and it leaves a bad taste in his mouth that the guy seems to know but is either playing oblivious or purposefully withholding information from her.

And Falcon knows exactly how to feel about that kind of thing.

Either way, the flowers seemed to be just the latest implication. What Snake was implying was still to be seen, but it wasn't like the Captain needed to know in order to fully dislike it.]

Don't...humor him.

[The embers needed to set fire to this bounty hunter marital spat were being laced, and Samus redirects her gaze from invisible spot on the floor to a sneer right at Falcon.]

Don't humor him? What does that even mean? [a brief beat] Don't talk to him, don't look at him? Throw the flowers away?

[She's doing her best to not get too riled up or raise her voice.]

What?

[Oops. Yeah that did it. There is a brief moment where Falcon things that mmmaaaaybe he shouldn't have brought it there, but no. Nope. We can't stop here this is BLAH BLAH BLAH FALCON'S FEELINGS country.]

No! I'm not going to tell you who to talk to.

[Unless it's someone like Miller, but Miller is long gone, though that brings him to another point--]

I'm saying don't encourage him, you always--you always have guys after you who couldn't care less that I'm in the way. And you give them your number and you let them take you to dinner and let your ex give you flowers, like they're totally innocuous. Instead of telling them to shove it you humor them and how do you think that makes me feel?

Edited 2014-01-10 08:15 (UTC)

[Oh my god she can't believe she's hearing this. That was so long ago and he has the wrong idea this means he's had the wrong idea this entire time even though they argued about this already--she groans!]

We already talked about that--I didn't give him my number so he could call me up and flirt with me like a stupid drunk! That was for emergencies because you were too busy being stubborn and self-centered to look after Ionia when she ran away and joined his stupid military group.

[His feelings his feelings how about her feelings]

Why aren't the flowers innocuous? What is wrong with them?

[Samus knew flowers were generally PRETTY and considered a nice gesture or token but she's had people like Jeff give her flowers and people... creatures... like Bowser give her flowers, not to mention flower monsters come alive and try to eat her/assassinate important federation chairmen so her experiences definitely ran the gamut.

She also knew Falcon was easily JEALOUS as evident by this current argument, if she said so herself.]

Yeah? Is that what Jensen was about, too?

[You know, that date he crashed because he is jealous and terrible. At the very least, he doesn't seem to want to rehash Miller. Falcon finds it terribly hard to believe that Samus is completely oblivious to the intentions of guys of that ilk, and it only makes him come off that much more incredulous.]

Look, if you get something from that--

[From humoring guys that clearly want to bone you whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, is the implication.]

--that you don't get from me, just...say something?

[Because god knows he'll bend over backwards to fill those voids if it means shutting out anyone else who wants to get in her pants.]

He sends you flowers after four years and you don't think that's suspect? You said it yourself, he remembers more than he lets on.

[She's not going to try and justify or explain Jensen's deal as Snake is much more of a demanding and touchy subject--it's history they both share, after all.

She narrows her eyes once again at Falcon, leaning in close to hiss slowly and clearly,] Maybe I wanted some fucking closure with Snake, especially after four years of having him just... fade away from me.

[Not forcibly die by her gun. Not abruptly sacrifice himself or explode over her head into sparkly space glitter. Snake's very existence was a perpetual reminder that everything they did meant nothing... at least until he started remembering again. She wondered if it would have been less complicated if he did die. That's all Samus was ever used to when it came to ended-relationships.

She's not sure she'd ever directly expressed that to Falcon, damned if she's not upset enough to at least try now.]

After all the relationships in my life that have ended prematurely, after all the ones that I never got a chance to reconcile... don't you think I would take that chance if I had it?

[Her teeth are grit, nostrils flared and muscles tense like she's about to strike him... but her target are the flowers in question. She lashes out suddenly and grips the stalk of the bouquet tightly like the unfortunate neck of an animal she just snared. She recognizes some minute residual feeling that wants to make her hesitate--but she doesn't, especially not if it'll prove a point.]

These don't have to mean anything now.

[And she throws them ON THE GROUNNNNNNDDDDDDD. Dramatic slow motion and everything.]

[Though he doesn't betray it on his face, Falcon can't help but think he has maybe made a terrible mistake somewhere. This is the Samus that flipped all of the shits on the top of the Flyer a thousand feet above New Pork City. This is the Samus that blows up planets.

At the very least, the physical repercussions end up director towards the flowers, which, hey, is totally fine by him, but the sheer display of emotion and ruthlessness towards the bouquet almost makes him flinch.

He could argue. There's closure he didn't get either, but he knows that as far as comparing their losing people experiences, Samus has him beat by a long shot, and he handles it differently anyway. Falcon does, however, know well enough that no matter how much time passes, some things never really go away.

In the face of her outburst, he tries to get his own anger under control, if only to seem completely unintimidated, which is kind of a lie but really, who wouldn't be?]

Did you get your closure?

[Whatever 'closure' means in this case, but it's something that's important to her, so he wants to make sure that it's sorted.]

[As the white petals scatter to the air and sink to the floor, Samus is overcome with a flash of deja vu, welling deep and passing just as quickly as it came. samus grabbed a petal out of the air and it turned red and then the others somehow turned red and it was all symbolic and shit and then a white horse neighed in sadness while a nuclear bomb dropped in the distance

Did she get closure? Complete closure? Was that even really possible?]

It's enough.

[Enough that the the miserable remains of Snake's Christmas present shouldn't matter anymore. As she stares at them however, they do get her wondering... she could really only attest to her side of the situation. Maybe through all the various implications and words-between-words the message had gotten through to Snake: We were once a thing and somewhere you fucked up (among other things), and now we aren't. That's the way it is. But how did that make him feel?

The flowers could be innocuous to her. Maybe to Snake they weren't so much. Maybe he's just as socially inept. For the first time she's questioning that, and she realized she really had no idea. She fixes Falcon with tightly lipped frown, all the anger gone and replaced with some hollow, maybe even bitter doubt. The words don't make it out of her mouth, but then again her and Falcon often shared the language of implication very well.

It's closure enough... for me.]

Okay.

[If Samus thinks it's enough, then it's enough. He's sure he'd be able to see it on her face if she was lying to herself, and she seems sincere..

He has, of course, already decided that Snake's got it coming to him in the form of a fist to the face sometime in the near future--Falcon doesn't believe for a second that the mercenary did this innocuously, and if Samus doesn't know what he means by it, then Falcon is going to find out from the source. If that means touching on subjects that had henceforth gone unspoken between the two men, then so be it. He'd get answers one way or another.

At the very least, she doesn't look angry anymore, which more-or-less dissipates his. His shoulders sag.[

I believe you.

[It'd be easy to interpret his answer as sarcastic and antagonistic, especially in a heated moment like this... But she hears sincerity in his words, sees anger dissipating from him like a literal weight off his shoulders. She feels much the same.

...Maybe still a little annoyed he doubted her at all... She looks back to the rest of the gifts like they're just a joyless pile of objects, never mind the flower bits all over the floor. That sentiment further annoys her but not enough to raise a fuss about it.]

...I'll sweep this up.

[Not that she sounds super thrilled about it either. Samus simply excuses herself to do so.]

It's no big deal.

[Because, despite starting the argument in the first place, he hates seeing Samus upset, so he goes for the broom closet, even if she'll probably insist that she do it herself. It is probably the least he can do for picking a fight over the Christmas holiday.]

I can get it.

[SHE WOULD INSIST she so would, but she's trying to learn how to do that give and take thing. She still has to consciously stop and think and stop herself from grabbing the broom handle, but, baby steps. Instead she finds the dust pan and leaves the broom for him.

They can teamwork.]

[He takes the broom and watches her carefully--it's not exactly what he expected, but he isn't exactly going to complain. Still, he feels a little dissatisfied, like there are still feelings that the argument didn't quite cover before it ended as abruptly as it did.]

Hey.

[Falcon sets the broom aside, instead opting to turn and face her, slipping an arm around her waist and (if she doesn't object), gently pulling her flush to him. He wants to ask if she's all right, if she's really all right, but ultimately it seems like kind of a dick move when he was the one to bring everything up in the first place.

It might be better, at this point, to kiss and make up, with emphasis on the kissing.]

[It would be easy to stay angry. It is an emotion she knows how to oblige well... but it's also very tiring. Even for the super space bird warrior Samus Aran, it got tiring. She would really much rather just kiss and make up. She's trying to keep the past behind her--not forget it, but keep it in her history--so she can keep moving forward with things to come. ~~what's past is prologue the baby the baby~~

So even for just a simple, single word, 'Hey', she understands his meaning perfectly clear. It's not immediate, but she does open her arms to Falcon and hooks them together around the small of his back. There's a soft sigh into his chest that seems to disperse most of her leftover tension.]

[The flowers go forgotten as he settles into the comfortable and familiar stance, her arms around his waist and his chin resting on the top of her head. It's almost relieving, especially for someone who is at least partially convinced that he's always one fight away from going too far.

So really, he is more than willing to stand there for a few long moments, reminding himself how much he loves the way they fit together.

An actual apology seems more than a little awkward at this point, so he pulls away slightly--but only to tilt her chin upward to better press his lips against hers.

Kiss and make up indeed.]

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