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ANATOMY!? FML I NEED SO MUCH PRACTICE AND SHIT! FFFFFFFFFFFFF

Snake sat up sharply when his tired and torture numbed brain finally realised someone else was there, he blinked up at the fuzzy figure leaning over him, then scowled when Ocelot's oddly smiling face swam into view and dug his fingers into the mattress to stop himself punching the man.
"What do you want?"
After about 10 minutes of listening to the young man ramble from subjects such as Markhor goats, which were apparently Ocelot's favourite animal, to revolvers, absent parents, snakes and what may-or-may-not have been something to do with horseradishes, as well as umpteen other subjects which would have been hard to follow in English let alone slurred Russian, Snake sat up and pushed Ocelot back, "Why are you drunk?"
"Wat?"
"I thought better of you," he pushed Ocelot back to the end of the bunk, the drunk hadn't even had the decency to leave the cell door open, no doubt Johnny was out there somewhere wondering what he should do about his inebriated superior.
The blonde swayed a little, glaring at him through his slitted blue eyes, then he hiccuped and fell over.
Snake grunted and dropped back onto the bunk, injuries making him grunt out loud in pain, he tried to shove Ocelot off but found him clinging to his shoulders, "Ocelot?"
"He'll start again tomorrow," he muttered into Snake's chest, "He'll string you up and start all over again," Ocelot raised his head and Snake flinched back from the horribly lucid look in his eyes, "I don't think I can take it any more."
"You!?"
"I've tried so hard, but I can't deny it anymore," he flexed his fingers and Snake hissed when Ocelot dug his fingers into the flesh above his collarbones, "You look amazing like that, my god... So gorgeous."
Snake stared up at him in shock, "You're screwed up, Ocelot."
"Yeah," he gave him a wistful smile, "I know."

Pffft, still not good enough at muscles.
Also trying to get the balance between young-and-slender and physically-capable-solider for Ocelot is hard OTL I don't blame people for just drawing him slender but I saw this picture: [link] and now I must resist the urge to give in...

Why?
WHY did I learn from Shoujo mangas?
So hard to break bad habits.
And why can't I keep a single thought in my head tonight *flitters around like a drunk bat*

Texture: [link]

[EDIT]
HOW MUCH ATTENTION WAS I NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO OCELOT'S GLOVES OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Description
ANATOMY!? FML I NEED SO MUCH PRACTICE AND SHIT! FFFFFFFFFFFFF

Snake sat up sharply when his tired and torture numbed brain finally realised someone else was there, he blinked up at the fuzzy figure leaning over him, then scowled when Ocelot's oddly smiling face swam into view and dug his fingers into the mattress to stop himself punching the man.
"What do you want?"
After about 10 minutes of listening to the young man ramble from subjects such as Markhor goats, which were apparently Ocelot's favourite animal, to revolvers, absent parents, snakes and what may-or-may-not have been something to do with horseradishes, as well as umpteen other subjects which would have been hard to follow in English let alone slurred Russian, Snake sat up and pushed Ocelot back, "Why are you drunk?"
"Wat?"
"I thought better of you," he pushed Ocelot back to the end of the bunk, the drunk hadn't even had the decency to leave the cell door open, no doubt Johnny was out there somewhere wondering what he should do about his inebriated superior.
The blonde swayed a little, glaring at him through his slitted blue eyes, then he hiccuped and fell over.
Snake grunted and dropped back onto the bunk, injuries making him grunt out loud in pain, he tried to shove Ocelot off but found him clinging to his shoulders, "Ocelot?"
"He'll start again tomorrow," he muttered into Snake's chest, "He'll string you up and start all over again," Ocelot raised his head and Snake flinched back from the horribly lucid look in his eyes, "I don't think I can take it any more."
"You!?"
"I've tried so hard, but I can't deny it anymore," he flexed his fingers and Snake hissed when Ocelot dug his fingers into the flesh above his collarbones, "You look amazing like that, my god... So gorgeous."
Snake stared up at him in shock, "You're screwed up, Ocelot."
"Yeah," he gave him a wistful smile, "I know."

Pffft, still not good enough at muscles.
Also trying to get the balance between young-and-slender and physically-capable-solider for Ocelot is hard OTL I don't blame people for just drawing him slender but I saw this picture: [link] and now I must resist the urge to give in...

Why?
WHY did I learn from Shoujo mangas?
So hard to break bad habits.
And why can't I keep a single thought in my head tonight *flitters around like a drunk bat*

Texture: [link]

[EDIT]
HOW MUCH ATTENTION WAS I NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO OCELOT'S GLOVES OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?