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[18:23]*Iroquois-Pliskin has been a bit busy lately, looking into things on his own time, and hasn't been talking to anyone about what exactly he's getting information on. It wasn't exactly hard to find what he wanted. The current activities of 'Bobby Fulbright'. The house he recently purchased, and has been moving furniture into. He still has no conclusive evidence that the fake Bobby has been involved with Simon again, but... He won't ignore the possibility. Or probability, even. The shitbag seems to really like taking advantage of the guy, and if Simon's memory problems have really made him forget the phantom... That sure sounds convenient.

He found the address of the house, waited for a weekend, put on his sneaking suit, and made his way to the location in the early evening. It's a simple matter of getting into the house- really fucking easy, really, compared to other places he's had to infiltrate. Now he just has to find someplace to hide, and to wait. He could either be here a while, or for only a short time, but he can be patient.
[18:37]*Bobby-Fulbright hasn't been making any effort to cover his tracks. Not at all. He doesn't see a reason to. No one knows the Phantom is related to Bobby Fulbright and with all that nasty UR-1 nonsense behind them, he can stop being the former of the duo. He has no reason to continue that line of work. He can devote himself to being Bobby Fulbright, no one else. He can be there for Simon, not because it's the right thing to do but because it's the best thing to do. If Simon's happy and kept out of further trouble- if he has a helping hand from someone he loves- then everyone will win. ...Well, that's the logical stance on it, anyway. He knows there's a select group of people who would still bitch and moan about it, but it doesn't matter what they do. Simon's memory is ruined to the point where even if they confront him with the truth over and over, he likely won't ever retain that sort of information.

Weekend or no weekend, he had to work today. Crime does not do weekends, after all. Still, he's come to the house as soon as he wrapped up the investigation to do some more chores. He still hasn't finished childproofing the electrical sockets in Kujaku's room and he needs to put up a few more shelves, too. Oh, and he should put up a mirror in the bathroom. Moving into a house is such a pain.

The front door slams shut behind him as he enters the main hallway, which should alert Snake to his presence if the car in the driveway hadn't already. He didn't bring any tools with him; they're already in a corner of the living room area, which is where he's headed right now.
[18:46]*Iroquois-Pliskin heard the car approach and park in the driveway, and took that moment to double check his gun. He's ready. When the door slams, he takes his time just listening, to be sure where 'Bobby' is headed in the house, before slowly and completely silently stepping out from his hiding place. But still, he makes sure to be stealthy, ducking around corners and doorways as he approaches.

He pauses on the other side of a doorway, peeking into the livingroom- Bobby has his back turned, but Snake can't be too careful. He ducks back behind the wall and waits a minute, to be sure of the right time to close in.
[18:55]*Bobby-Fulbright does indeed have his back turned. In fact, he's literally cornered, as he wandered over to the corner where the toolbox is placed and crouches down before it. It produces a loud rattling noise as he opens it and digs through it to find some of the things he needs. He hasn't spotted Snake.
[18:58]*Iroquois-Pliskin decides to take this opportunity, then. He may only have a few seconds, so he acts as quickly as he can- His steps are still completely silent, and he forces his breathing to be slow and quiet as he moves in, his gun raised and pointed at the back of Bobby's head.

When he gets within a few feet of the other man, he stops, still aiming his pistol. "Don't move." He growls, and God, it would be so easy to just pull the trigger right now. He's not using the M9 this time- he brought the SOCOM for this mission.
[19:05]*Bobby-Fulbright spotted some movement from the corner of his eye- a shadow moving along the side wall- but he's too late to react. The next moment, he hears a familiar growl behind him. Pliskin. Sigh. He should've gotten around to installing the security system a little sooner.

His head shoots upwards, towards the wall in front of him as opposed to the toolbox on the floor, but other than that he doesn't move. Which, of course, means he's not about to drop the screwdriver he's holding in one hand either. "H-hah?!"
[19:09]*Iroquois-Pliskin snorts, his grip on his gun going tighter, trigger finger so very, very itchy. It'd be so, so easy... "Put your hands up." He says, not yet seeing the screwdriver in Bobby's hands. "And stand up straight. Move slowly. Any sudden moves, and I'm giving your walls a new paintjob."
[19:14]*Bobby-Fulbright is not afraid of the gun. Nope. In fact, he's already been shot before and come out of it unscathed, thanks to Tori's intervention, which should serve to fuel his indifference. He doesn't care about the horrid pain he felt as the bullet passed through his chest, or the way he slowly lost consciousness as he bled out, or the knowledge that he would die an utterly pointless death, which had served to fuel blinding fear...-

......Oh.

He's still calm enough to keep full control, at least. He needs an opportunity to disarm Snake, because this guy IS stupid enough to pull the trigger. Until that opportunity shows itself, he'll play along. He puts up both hands- still holding that screwdriver- and slowly stands up straight.
[19:17]*Iroquois-Pliskin squints at the screwdriver, and he growls low, before saying. "Put the screwdriver on the ground. Keep your hands where I can see 'em. And kick it over to me." He's not going to take his chances. He knows all about improvised weapons and what they can do when someone is desperate enough. "Then we can talk."

Yeah, sure, Snake. 'Talk'.
[19:20]*Bobby-Fulbright does not know 'desperation', excuse you. Desperation is for hysterical idiots. He has no qualms with handing over the screwdriver. Or, well, putting it down on the ground in a slow, deliberate manner. Kicking it towards Snake is going to be tricky though, considering he's still facing the wall. Awkward diagonal heel kick, go! The screwdriver rolls sideways, then circles around itself and ends up like four feet away from the BOTH of them. Welp.
[19:27]*Iroquois-Pliskin was going to kick the screwdriver farther away anyways so this works for him! "Alright. That's good enough." He says, shifting his stance slightly, his finger still on the trigger. "Now, you're going to tell me. What's happened to Simon? What did you do to him? Why are you still fucking with him??"
[19:29]*Bobby-Fulbright is definitely still fucking Simon- oh you said fucking with, sorry
[19:31]*Iroquois-Pliskin GOD
[19:33]*Bobby-Fulbright keeps his hands up, but as he does so, his gaze strays down to the toolbox at his feet again. Snake won't be able to see a movement like that anyway. Is there anything down there he can use? Hm...

He wishes it wouldn't have to come to this, but he's going to have to break character again for the sake of- well- not dying. Pliskin would just get more agitated if he keeps playing the fool card. When he speaks, his voice is still Bobby's, but it's monotonous. "I didn't do anything to him. I'm taking care of him."
[19:36]*Iroquois-Pliskin snorts, shaking his head. "Bullshit. We both know if he remembered the truth, he'd want you dead. You're taking advantage of the fact he's forgotten you. Pretty convenient, too, if you ask me." He says, his aim at the back of Bobby's head unwavering. "Almost like you had something to do with it. What do you want from him?"
[19:40]*Bobby-Fulbright would shake his head if he could, but he can't risk it. "I'm only human, Mr. Pliskin. I cannot control what people do or do not remember. I won't deny that it's convenient for me, but you are the one who seems to be conveniently ignoring that the truth behind the Phantom is not all that Simon's forgotten. His memory is simply... damaged, that's all."
[19:45]*Iroquois-Pliskin grips his gun even tighter, and if his hands weren't hidden in gloves, his knuckles would be stark white. He needs to stay calm. He can't let his anger and hate get the better of him. He's supposed to be good at keeping his emotions in check. "Before, his only issue was with forming new memories- not losing old ones. And he wasn't showing any signs of getting worse... And then suddenly, out of nowhere, he forgets a bunch of shit and you're in his life again? You can't blame me for being suspicious."

He cocks his head for a moment, and he moves a bit closer, the barrel of his SOCOM only several inches away from Bobby's skull. "Now tell me. What do you want from him? Why are you still hanging around him? He has other people that can easily look after him. He doesn't need a scumbag like you around taking advantage of the state he's in, hasn't he had enough bullshit from you??"
[19:54]*Bobby-Fulbright releases a barely audible sigh. He's perfectly aware of just how deadly that gun is, thank you Snake. The close proximity does not make it any more lethal. "I am 'hanging around him' because he wants me to. He asked for me. So long as his memories are like this, he will keep asking for me. This way, he's happy. He has his son and he has the partner he loves to take care of him. Certainly, someone like you could take care of him in my stead, but where would that lead? More drinking games? More asphyxiation and knife play? Hasn't he had quite enough of that nonsense as well?"

Not to mention attempts to knock young women up for the sake of some twisted self-fulfilling prophecy, but he won't mention that. Let's not drag Tori into this.
[20:01]*Iroquois-Pliskin is still pretty cheesed at Simon for that anyways but it's not like there's anything he can do about it. He hardly thinks Simon is a saint, and is perfectly aware he's a fuckin' dick. But he still cares immensely for the man. And he cares a lot that this piece of shit is still involving himself in Simon's life. "He was a dead man walking before, he made stupid decisions. He's got a whole life ahead of him now, to be better. To do better. He only thinks he loves you because you're a damn liar wearing some other guy's face like the villain out of a horror movie. It's disgusting. Do you even realize what you're doing to him??"

God, he want's to fucking knock this fucker's teeth out, tear that face face off his skull and rip it apart, and then rip his real skin open, too. He wants to make this man bleed. "You act like you're the one keeping him safe, like you're not the one who put everything in motion to make him this self-destructive person in the first place." He snarls, teeth bared. "You're fucking sick, you know that? If you had any decency you wouldn't be putting your hands anywhere near him in his state."
[20:14]*Bobby-Fulbright has to think for a moment. 'Fucking sick'... Is that a new one? He can't remember. 'Villain out of a horror movie' isn't exactly new, he thinks- oh wait. No. That was 'a Scooby Doo villain'. Right. He gets called so many names, he's lost count. Monster, demon, psychopath... Even now, after he's supposedly done the right thing, he's still accused of such things. That only goes to show how little it pays off to be selfless.

"I did not set such things in motion, Mr. Pliskin. I did not frame him for a murder I committed. If anything, I was the one who had to bail him out of that situation, in the end. He has a whole life ahead of him thanks to my intervention. -Ah, not that I'm implying this cozy life is my reward. I had no intention of returning to this sort of thing after the retrial. I'm merely saying that I never wished any harm upon Simon."
[20:21]*Iroquois-Pliskin needs to keep his emotions in check. He's usually good at that. Good at staying focused, at keeping his mind on his goal. He needs to do that. ... He fails to do that. With a snarl, he takes a hand off his gun, lunging to grab the back of the fake Bobby's head, gripping his hair, and shoving hard forward, with the full intention of slamming his face into the fucking wall in front of him. He hopes it breaks his God damned nose, maybe knocks out some teeth. That'd be nice.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls loudly, letting go of Bobby's hair again. "You ARE harming him! Just because he doesn't realize it doesn't make you taking advantage of him any less true, and less fucking sick!! You shouldn't fucking TOUCH him! If he were in his right mind, he wouldn't want you near him, wouldn't want you touching him, and you're taking advantage of his mental state to do that! There's nothing 'harmless' about that, you bastard!"
[20:31]*Bobby-Fulbright's face hits the wall hard. It doesn't knock out any of his teeth- thank god for that-, nor does it break his nose. His hands flew up against the wall to cushion some of the blow. It does, however, cause the aviators on his face to crack. He's damn lucky the shards remain in the frame for now, rather than drive themselves into his eyes. He's also, to some degree, lucky he still hasn't gotten his own aviators back. What's been broken beyond salvation is a pair of cheap dollar store aviators.

He doesn't move. He simply allows his forehead to rest against the wall as the words sink in. It's true. Simon would never allow the Phantom near him, he knows that. Maybe that's why he doesn't want to be the Phantom anymore. "... What else would you have me do? If I leave, he will be miserable. Tori would never forgive me either."
[20:42]*Iroquois-Pliskin puts both hands on his gun again, and this time presses the silencer right up against Bobby's skull, early at the base of his neck, slightly angle up- ready to blow a hole straight through to his eye socket. "He'll get over it. He can adjust. He's got people to help him, and remind him. He was starting to adjust to some things before, too. It'll take time. He might not fully recover, but he has people to help him, that actually care about him. That aren't fucking taking advantage of him." And then, he adds, "And leave Tori out of this. She'll get over it, too. She's not even helping matters as it is, letting you be a fucking predator to Simon- her feelings need to stop overriding Simon's damn safety."
[20:53]*Bobby-Fulbright is very much aware of the gun's nozzle pressing against his neck. Still, that's nothing compared to Snake's words. He's the predator? Bobby Fulbright has always been the most decent person in their group and he's always acted accordingly- now more than ever. How is he the predator? How is he the one taking advantage of Simon, when he has nothing to gain from staying here? ...No, he does have something to gain. Staying here with Simon is somewhat of a selfserving notion, but it's a very innocent one.

His fingers slide down the wall beside his head as they curl themselves. "You break into the house I'm preparing for Simon's sake and threaten me with a firearm, yet you have the gall to claim that I am the bad guy in this scenario? I have no reason to harm you, Simon or anyone else. I have every intention to stay by his side and make him happy. Why is that not good enough?"
[21:04]*Iroquois-Pliskin would say it's because he's not Bobby Fulbright. He's a liar, an impersonator, no matter how good his impersonation is, he's still in a relationship with Simon under false pretenses and that's just fucking wrong.

And if 'Bobby' is so butthurt about being threatened with a firearm, then fine. Fine! Snake was hoping to use his bare hands, anyways. It's more satisfying that way. With a loud growl, he grabs at the imposter's shoulder with one hand to yank him around to face him, his other hand drawing back in a fist- and for that split second, he is both pleased to see those broken sunglasses and horribly disappointed at the lack of a broken nose or teeth. And after that moment is over, that fist comes flying forward to crash into the side of Bobby's face.

"Can't believe I fucking stuck up for you. Convinced Simon to give you a chance, to believe you and actually /trust/ you. Can't believe I felt bad for getting jealous, felt bad for interfering." He snarls, nose crinkled and lips curled over his teeth. He flexes the fingers of the hand he just punched with, before clenching it again, more than ready to try again soon. "You're a good fucking actor, I'll give you that, because you had me pretty fooled, too. But that's all you fucking are, is an actor. Simon hates you more than anything. He was even considering letting me kill you, you know that? Wish he had. Then maybe he wouldn't have come back from your custody with memory issues in the first place."
[21:05]Iroquois-Pliskin: (( ugh i accidentally a sentence in there- i meant to mention that snake tossed the SOCOM aside before grabbing bobby. pretend that happened ))
[21:19]*Bobby-Fulbright is aware of the SOCOM being tossed aside, but it's a distraction more than anything else. The next second, he's being whirled around and fails to react in time. The fist collides with his face, causing his head to snap sideways and leave him disoriented. He falls backwards, hits the wall and slides down it. Before he can hit the ground, his rear end lands in the toolbox and it clatters loudly. Now all sorts of spiky tools are pressing into his butt cheeks, marvelous. He could grab any number of those and go straight for Snake's ankle, because now that the gun is gone he has free reign, but... He can't do it.

All the fight's gone out of him.

Would everyone have been better off if he were dead? He's caused so much trouble without meaning to and Simon hates him for it. The worst part is that he can't bring himself to hate Simon back. He should, it would make so much sense, but the one emotion he holds for that man isn't hate. The emotion he holds for Simon is one of the main reasons he's even here, trying to make amends, and look where it got him. He can hate Pliskin, but what good does that do him now? None. It doesn't mean shit.

His left hand is raised to his stinging face, the other soon joins it. He ends up burying his features in both palms, drawing another deep, heaving breath. "... It's not surprising that you don't understand. I should never... expect you someone like you to look past his own nose."
[21:32]*Iroquois-Pliskin sneers in disgust down at the man in front of him. Not even an attempt to fight back? Pathetic. He was kinda hoping for some sort of resistance. It's hardly satisfying to beat or kill someone who won't even defend themselves. He growls, fists clenching tight enough to hurt, and God, he wants to pound his fists into that face until it's just a smear on the wall. That fake fucking face.

"What I understand is, you're wearing someone else's face and acting like you have the right to it. And you're taking advantage of the deteriorating mental state of a man, of my friend, who wants you gone. I don't need to understand anything else." And with that, he gives a hard kick against Bobby's side.
[21:45]*Bobby-Fulbright doubles over at the kick, cringing into his hands. And still, he's not fighting back. In some instances, it's best to play dead, so to speak. To not give any more incentive to violence. It minimizes the damage.

He'd argue that he's not taking advantage of Simon, but Pliskin doesn't seem to want to listen to that sort of logic. The guy flat out refuses to see it. That's not all there is to focus on, either. "... I don't have a choice but to use someone else's identity. My own is gone. I was always living as someone else for my assignments. After all this time, I don't remember what my personality was like. Perhaps I never had one in the first place. My face, memories, personality, beliefs, emotions and soul... All of them were lost. I have no... "self". Without this face, I am no one. If it's a choice between a hero of justice and a worthless nobody, I think the world has more use for Bobby Fulbright."
[14:31]*Iroquois-Pliskin honestly really wants to know why every single person he's fought in the last ten years always ends up just. Blabbing their tragic sob story at him? Why??? He literally never asks. Is it something about him? About his face? Is there a sign stuck to his back that says 'please tell me your life story when I'm trying to kill you'?? Whatever. Ugh.

"See, that'd almost be a great idea." He says, stepping over the phantom, standing over him with his feet planted on either side of the man, glaring down a him. "Y'know, if it weren't for the fact that you stole that face and name from somebody else who was still using it."

He crouches down over 'Bobby', snapping a hand out to grab at his throat, just under his jaw. His voice is low, growling when he talks, hissing through his teeth. "I should rip that face off of you. So everyone can see your cowardly face."
[14:43]*Bobby-Fulbright was explaining why it's more than just 'acting'. Why it's more than simply 'using someone else's face'. It isn't just a role to him, it's the only truth he can cling to. The only choice he has. Being Bobby Fulbright isn't a facade he's playing out, it's a reality he needs to adopt for himself. ...Okay, sure, he took it from someone else. That much, he can't deny.

The moment Snake's hand closes around his throat, he flinches and moves his right hand to grasp at the man's wrist. To try and stop him from doing too much harm, even if there's a good chance it'll only make things worse. ...Well, at least he still has enough breath to speak. He moves his gaze upwards, to meet Pliskin's own. “That other face... is nothing more than a stranger. It isn't mine,” he chokes out.
[14:51]*Iroquois-Pliskin genuinely doesn't care about any of that. Maybe it'd bother him less if the creep had made up a face and an identity to be, to cling to. But he didn't. He stole someone else's, wormed himself into the life of someone who hates him. And he still clings to it. It makes Snake sick.

He sneers as the phantom grips at his wrist, and he tightens his grip around the bastard's neck just a bit more, eager to see him struggle to breath around the pressure on his wind pipe. Will he still try to talk, still try to justify himself, even as he's being gradually choked? Snake's blood is starting to pump faster at the thought. "That's your problem." He says, low and quiet and rough, "No one else's. It still doesn't give you a right to another man's face."
[14:57]*Bobby-Fulbright doesn't attempt any more words, nope. A literal waste of breath, because it doesn't seem like anything he could still say at this point would make Pliskin any less hostile. It's getting to the point where he needs to preserve his oxygen, so that's what he'll do. His hand is still on the man's wrist, though, giving it a bit of a firm squeeze. He still hasn't broken eyecontact, either.
[15:01]*Iroquois-Pliskin sure hopes that wasn't a squeeze trying to communicate that he wants Snake to let go! Haha, just kidding, he actually does hope that, it makes it more satisfying. He shifts a bit, moving from a crouch to instead down on his knees, each planted on either side of the Phantom's ribs as he pretty much sits on the man. You don't want to be choked? Too bad. Snake brings up his other hand and closes that around Bobby's throat as well, fingers curling around the back as his thumbs press harder against the imposter's windpipe.
[15:08]*Bobby-Fulbright is definitely in physical pain now, cringing and scrunching his eyes shut. Okay ow. Ow ow ow. He would very much like Pliskin to let go, but clearly the 'playing dead' strategy isn't working. ...That's fine. With both of the man's hands (and probably also his attention) occupied with his throat, he has free reign to turn offensive himself. While his right hand keeps squeezing Pliskin's wrist to add to the distraction, his left hand slowly moves down to the open toolbox he's still sitting in. Let's see, what can he grasp down here? Judging by the handle, another screwdriver. Perfect. He'll try to jam that into Pliskin's side with one swift stabbing motion.
[15:22]Bobby-Fulbright: ((*CORRECTION, INTO PLISKIN'S THIGH))
[15:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin has definitely gotten a bit caught up and let himself be distracted, focusing on that grip on his wrist, the way the Phantom cringes and shuts his eyes tight. Snake drinks it in, tightens his grip further, hoping to prompt some kind of desperate, struggling sound, a growing smirk on his face and pupils dilating-

There's a sudden sharp pain in his thigh, and he snarls- Thankfully, his sneaking suit does offer some amount of armored protection, the material strong and resistant. After all, it's meant to be worn in combat- it of course has to be protective. Still, when someone is forcefully jabbing a pointed implement directly against him, it's going to cause some damage, and it sinks a bit into his flesh, making him snarl loudly and recoil, taking his hands off Bobby's neck to grab instead at the screwdriver and the hand that jabbed it. "Fuck!"
[15:32]*Bobby-Fulbright wasn't intending to cause any serious damage anyway. The last thing they need is another cripple limping around the place. His primary goal was to get Pliskin to stop strangling him and, hey, mission accomplished! The moment the man's grip is off his throat, he raises his right hand in a defensive manner to stop any renewed assaults. ...Ah, yes, and he needs to draw in some loud, heaving breaths. That too. As for the hand on the screwdriver, that's fine, really. In fact, he'll even pull the tool out of Pliskin's flesh again if the guy will allow it.
[15:43]*Iroquois-Pliskin would probably be enjoying the way Bobby has to heave for air, if he weren't a bit busy with the fact he got screwdriver'd in his fucking leg. He takes he's hands off the screwdriver, though, in order to grab at the front of the collar of Bobby's shirt, yanking him up, his other arm pulling back- And his fist comes slamming forward again, right into the side of Bobby's face, and then he yanks his arm back to ready for another blow.
[15:53]*Bobby-Fulbright was unable to stop the collar grab despite the defensive right hand and now all he can do is once again grab at Pliskin's wrist. Which... does not stop the guy's other hand from punching him again- shit. Once again, his head snaps sideways, moving with the momentum of the blow and the pain is so overwhelming he almost drops the screwdriver. Almost. Instead, he hastily moves it upwards, around Pliskin's punch-ready arm to reach the guy's neck. This way, he can press the screwdriver's tip at the bare skin just below Pliskin's ear. The expression on his face is totally blank, too.
[16:05]*Iroquois-Pliskin was all set to punch again, when the screwdriver is apparently yanked from his thigh, making him flinch, and snarl again in slight pain- and then, the tip of the screwdriver is against his skin, at the sliver of his neck uncovered by his sneaking suit, and he freezes, one fist still in the air, and the other still bunched in Bobby's shirt collar. Snake glowers down at the Phantom, ice blue eyes blazing with rage and hate and adrenaline in a sharp contrast to the emotionless expression below him. His fists are balled so tight his knuckles are probably white under his gloves, chest heaving slightly from breathing a bit quickly in the heat of the moment. He doesn't let goof Bobby's collar, and with his hand right there, it could be so easy to break his neck... But there's that screwdriver pressed against his own.

Seems that, for the moment, they're at an impasse.
[16:12]*Bobby-Fulbright is glad, so to speak, that there isn't a follow-up punch. He doesn't want to resort to drastic retaliation- he seriously doesn't. It's not worth the mess. That's why he looks Pliskin square in the eye, his gaze as firm as the grip on the screwdriver. “I would rather avoid any more violence. If you back off, I'll do the same.”
[16:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin really doesn't want to get stabbed in the neck. But also, he really doesn't want to stop being inflicting violence. Because boy oh boy, does he want to see this man bleed and choke and flinch and bruise and die, especially die, wants to see the way this bastard's face looks as he realizes he's done for, see the life leave his eyes. But he can't really get any of that if he's bleeding out from a screwdriver in his neck.

Snake shifts a bit against the man under him, tilting his head and neck slightly away from the screwdriver as he silently lets go of Bobby's shirt. He also lowers his fist... sort of. It's still kinda hovering there, still really wanting to punch.
[16:35]*Bobby-Fulbright becomes quite aware of the way Pliskin is basically grinding up against him as he shifts his position. Unintentional, he's sure. These things happen in close quarters combat. However, it's still a bit... Well, not uncomfortable, but unwanted nonetheless.

As the collar is released, his own hand releases Pliskin's wrist in turn. He gingerly rubs at his throat, just for a few seconds. That had better not leave obvious bruises. He wouldn't know how to explain that sort of thing to Simon. The screwdriver moves away from the man's neck a few inches, but he doesn't pull it back entirely. “... Good boy.”

It doesn't hit him until after he's said these words that he may have just made a terrible, horrible mistake.
[16:42]*Iroquois-Pliskin's fingers itch, practically twitching, from how badly he wants to grab the man again beat him and choke him and snap his fucking neck. But he doesn't, he can't not with that screwdriver so close to his neck. But maybe if Bobby drops his guard, Snake came move in again, and-

What. What the fuck did he just say. Did he just-

Snake's reaction happens in a snap moving and shifting atop the Phantom, with the screwdriver at least a few inches from his neck now, and he raises one hand to try and knock the hand holding the screwdriver further away, while he draws back his arm before attempting to back-hand Bobby's face, Snake's teeth bared as he snarls loudly.
[16:56]*Bobby-Fulbright should not have said that, he should not have said that, he should not- goddammit. Now Pliskin's in his lap, pressing his rear end into the tool box and boy howdy is that unpleasant. Now sharp edges are poking into his buttcheeks even more. He cringes involuntarily and attempts to drive the screwdriver into Pliskin's neck anyway, but he doesn't get the chance to- the hand holding it is knocked off course. And then there's the back-hand to his face, sending the broken aviators flying. They fall to the floor nearby. The Phantom can't quite stop himself from uttering a pained cry, either.
[17:04]*Iroquois-Pliskin really, really enjoyed the sound of that cry. He'd like to hear it again, at least a few more times, but other things need to come first. Such as grabbing at the wrist of the hand still holding the screwdriver, to hopefully keep it away from his neck now. His other hand goes again to Bobby's throat, gripping right under his jaw. And with that, he shifts slightly again, in order to bend over Bobby, faces closer together, and he growls low with wild eyes. "Drop it."
[17:12]*Bobby-Fulbright would maybe utter another cry if Pliskin's hand wasn't on his throat. Now, the most he can manage is a quiet little choking sound. …Damn, so much for turning the situation around in his favor. He does as he's told and drops the screwdriver, because really, what choice does he have in the matter? None. Pliskin looks like he's going to snap like a twig if things don't go his way and quite honestly, he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of that kind of madness.
[17:22]*Iroquois-Pliskin knows something he'd like to see snap like a twig. Namely, that neck under his hand. Though, that choking sound is pretty satisfying. But right now, he has something else he needs to focus on, namely, moving about atop Bobby again, loosening his grip so his hand is merely loosely against the other man's throat, in order to snatch that screwdriver up off the floor and tossing it away. Ugh. His thigh still stings, probably bleeding slightly.
[17:29]*Bobby-Fulbright is once again aware of the way Pliskin's wriggling around in his lap. All sorts of smartass remarks are coming to his mind, but even if he had the freedom to utter them, it wouldn't be wise. His neck could be snapped at any second. Somehow, through the haze in his mind, he's hit by the notion that the next best thing would be to wriggle back. ...Maybe it's because of the sharp objects poking into his rear end. Yes, that's probably it. Either way, it results in a bit of awkward hip rolling as he tries to get himself more comfortable.
[17:38]*Iroquois-Pliskin for some reason was completely not noticing the way he was wriggling against Bobby- at least, not mentally. It's not completely apparent, but the movements and also probably the enjoyment of choking and hitting the other man have made him get just a lil bit chubs in his pants. And he's only now noticing that when Bobby suddenly... moves against him, startling him, and before he can react logically with his mind, his body moves too, hips rolling down against the other man's, a low sound bubbling in his throat before he can stop himself.
[17:45]*Bobby-Fulbright was not planning for Pliskin to grind back. No sir, he was not. Shit- that is- that actually feels kind of good. What was that sound, though? Is Pliskin getting off on this? After all that lecturing about how Bobby shouldn't be touching Simon? What a goddamn hypocrite. Yup, if there's any guy in this world he can gather up enough emotion for to hate, it's this guy. He cringes and tries to move himself back a little further again. “... Seriously?” he mutters, despite the hand that's still on his throat. His voice sounds unimpressed, if anything.
[2:00]*Iroquois-Pliskin groans, his face going hot, and it's less a sound of something sexual and more embarrassment and shame. Fuck. Fuck, did he just do that? Ugh, fuck. But of course, he can't help but get defensive. "Hey- You did it first." He growls, but also... "... Fuck. That's not- I didn't-"

He didn't mean to. He didn't WANT to. Kind of. Ugh. What the hell? What's happening. His face is twisted into a scowl but he's getting more stiff in his pants. Still, he moves, trying to push himself up and off of Bobby, at least lifting his hips up and putting his weight more onto his knees.
[2:13]*Bobby-Fulbright would like to be cut some slack here, considering he's being choked and punched, and all sorts of other rough manhandling. ...Not that he can deny Pliskin is handsome, because the guy is. That's just fact. More handsome than Simon, even, in some ways. Still, that's not the point. He'll squirm to make himself more comfortable if he wants to squirm. The idea that there's any other goal to it is ludicrous.

It seems as if Pliskin's definitely getting flustered here, though. Can he use that to his advantage? ...Possibly, but it's a dangerous game to play. Could the situation get any worse than it already is? ...Probably not. Just... give him a second to cringe some more and tilt his pelvis, lifting it up a bit she can carefully slide the toolbox out from underneath him with a free hand. Bruises on his ass are another thing he doesn't want to have to explain to Simon later.
[2:20]*Iroquois-Pliskin has at least taken his hands off Bobby, too, so no more punching or choking. Right now, at least. For a moment, though, he sees the phantom tilting his hips up- the hell is he getting at? He's not trying to- no, he's not, he's apparently moving that toolbox. Hey, thanks for the idea! No more improvised weapons for you. Snake snatches that and moves to shoves it away across the floor, out of Bobby's reach. His thigh is still oozing blood slightly, and he'd really like no more of that. He hasn't moved away yet, either, still trying to decide what he should do with this asshole, his knees still framing the phantom's hips, his own hovering above. He'd really like to just kill him, honestly, but he's still weighing the pros and cons of murdering the bastard.
[2:28]*Bobby-Fulbright watches the sharp objects be moved out of his reach and finds that that's a shame, really. He could've still found a good use for them. He might still be able to get to them later though, if he can get Pliskin distracted enough. If there's even still a need for it, by that point. He'd still prefer to get out of this without using any more violence, because hey, when has killing a person who's threatened him ever worked out in his favor? And apparently murder when cornered is still a 'bad' thing to do.

Now that he can actually sit without causing serious harm to himself, he's going to try that other tactic. It's kind of obvious by now that Pliskin's popped half a stiffy, after all. There's a moment where his gaze is on the ground and he looks like he's trying to 'pull himself together', so to speak, but that's only to lull the guy into a false sense of security. Once he believes the coast is clear, his right hand shoots upwards to grab Pliskin by the crotch and squeeze.
[2:34]*Iroquois-Pliskin moved that toolbox for exactly that reason! He does not want to be stabbed by any more screwdrivers! Nor get clonked by a hammer, or whatever else might be in there. Wrenches? A heavy wrench can make a good weapon. A weapon he doesn't want used on himself! Snake looks at the Phantom as the man stares down at the ground, and Snake makes a quiet 'tch' sound, lip curling in disgust. Maybe he will just snap his neck. And it wouldn't be the first time he's had to hide a body-

Suddenly, there's a hand on his damn junk, squeezing, making him double over slightly with a surprised yelp, bent over Bobby. "Mnrgh!" He snarls, trying to pull away slightly from the grip- and oh yeah, he's definitely at least half-hard, that's damn easy to tell when you've got your hand literally on his crotch. "What the hell?!"
[2:49]*Bobby-Fulbright has definitely verified with his own hand now just how 'excited' Pliskin's gotten over this. Tch, that's disgusting. Some people have no class whatsoever. Not that he'll complain. This is the sort of weak spot that he can exploit to keep himself safe.

He makes sure to squeeze a bit harder- makes sure that it'll hurt. His other hand shoots up to Pliskin's shoulder to hold him in place even more and he turns his gaze back up to the guy's face, looking dead serious about all this. “I would advise you to stop this foolishness and agree to leave my house, Mr. Pliskin.”
[2:55]*Iroquois-Pliskin can't stop his dick from getting hard at a little bump and grind GOD!! It's not like he did it on purpose! Regardless, though, Bobby's /squeezing/ and fuck, ow, that is not a fun kind of hurt, and Snake whimpers, going very still and squinting his eyes. Dammit. Dammit, he shouldn't have dropped his guard just because he'd gotten rid of the toolbox, just because he'd smacked the guy around a bit. Fucking- dammit.

"Ghrgh... N-Not unless you get out of Simon's life." He replies, still holding to his purpose, regardless of his junk getting squeezed. One of his hands comes up to grip at the wrist of the hand at his shoulder, the other simply pressing against Bobby's middle.
[3:04]*Bobby-Fulbright can see that this is very effective. Good. It's underhanded and he knows that, but he's out of options at this point. If Pliskin wants him to be the bad guy, then fine, he'll be the bad guy. His fingers release their grip slightly so he can apply pressure with the heel of his palm instead. His voice lowers to a bit of a hiss as well, but there's no tone of hostility there. It's determination, if anything. “I won't. I will stay here and keep him happy. I will give him the family he so desperately wants. To deprive him of such a thing- to cause him needless grief- simply because you have a grudge would be utterly selfish on your part.”
[3:14]*Iroquois-Pliskin is definitely relieved at less squeezing of his poor junk. He is less relieved at the feeling of the Phantom's palm pressing against him instead, making a small, strained, and quiet noise in his throat before he manages to shut it up. What is he even trying to do? Get him hurt, or get him aroused? Make up your damn mind!

"That's not it at all, you don't fucking get it." He hisses, ice blue eyes glaring directly into the Phantom's. "Do you even know what actually caring about someone is like?? To want to remove whatever's been causing them pain? Guess what- that's you. You've fucked up... so fucking much for him. You killed someone he cared about. You tricked him into thinking you're someone you're not, you let him get involved with you when you knew he wouldn't if he knew the truth. You took him from the hospital, you let him get his memory issues in your custody and I've definitely got reason to believe you're the cause of it. You shouldn't be anywhere fucking near him. You're the worst thing that happened to him."
[3:30]*Bobby-Fulbright would argue that Simon has stated over and over he's the best thing that happened to him, but... Well. That argument isn't quite valid. 'Bobby Fulbright' is the best thing that happened to him and the second the Phantom enters the equation, which is the sad truth of it all, such sentiments are immediately tossed aside. He knows it. He's experienced it. The moment Simon discovered the truth, any care for 'Bobby Fulbright' was tossed aside like trash. And yes, he did do all those things that he's being accused of. He would've left it all behind, but Tori dragged him right back here. Kujaku's happier here as well. Simon's happy so long as he doesn't discover the truth again. …He's happier, much as he hates to admit it. He's happy.

He can't let a hypocritical asshole like Pliskin threaten all that.

“I am trying to make amends,” he hisses in response, staring right back into Snake's eyes with his own dull brown. “The moment you force me out of here is the moment I'll have to return to the life of the Phantom and quite frankly, I don't want to. I wish to stay here. I wish to spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes by ensuring Simon's happiness and wellbeing. Why is that not enough?”
[3:36]*Iroquois-Pliskin's hand moves up from the Phantom's middle, to his neck again, gripping just under his jaw- but he doesn't squeeze. Yet. "Because you're LYING to him! Because you're taking advantage of his memory issues to make yourself feel better!" And now he squeezes, thumb pressing against the man's windpipe. "He's a fucking human being, not your project, not your little toy to play house with to make you feel like a person!"
[3:52]*Bobby-Fulbright pauses for a moment. Is that... No, that's not what he's doing, is it? He's not lying, because even if he told Simon the truth, it wouldn't stick anyway- no, damn, that is the same as taking advantage of the memory issues. Is this really all it is? Just some ploy to feel like a person?

He should've just stayed dead. If Tori hadn't brought him back, none of this would be happening.

His eyes narrow, another headache dawning, and his fingers curl around Pliskin's crotch with renewed intensity. “If you truly believe that's all there is to it, then go on. Pick up your little gun and pull the trigger. But you'd better be prepared to take responsibility for your actions and tell everyone the truth. You'd better sit Simon down every single day, look him square in the eye and explain to him why his partner is dead until the time comes when it'll finally stick.”
[4:12]*Iroquois-Pliskin whines at the squeeze, his own grip loosening, his body tensing. God DAMMIT stop squeezing his junk!! WHAT DID HIS JUNK DO TO DESERVE THIS!! But still, he listens, even as he breathes hard through his nose, teeth clenched... and then his own grip tightens again, harder over Bobby's windpipe. "You say that like I wasn't already ready to do that weeks ago, when he first came back from your custody with memory loss." He growls, glaring daggers at the Phantom. "You say that like that wasn't exactly something I planned for tonight. You only got one thing wrong."

He squeezes just a bit tighter, the corner of his mouth twitching, bloodlust in his eyes. "I don't need my gun to kill you. I think I'd prefer my bare hands, anyways."
[4:24]*Bobby-Fulbright would commend Pliskin on being prepared to take responsibility for his hypocritical bullshit, at least, but that last comment sours it. ...Seriously? A guy like this shouldn't even have the honor of taking the Phantom's life.

He gives Pliskin's groin one more firm, harsh squeeze. Something sudden, which will hopefully have the man's grip on his throat falter enough to allow for oxygen and speech. ...Yes, there we go. He sits up a bit straighter, his face moving closer to the other man's, his eyes still narrowed. “You must have quite the spectacular view from that high horse, but I would suggest you get back down to Earth now. That remark, that thirst for blood, those eyes... I've seen this before. You have all the traits of a murderer. Not simply someone who takes lives; someone who justifies it to himself with petty excuses and then delights in it. I've never enjoyed killing and avoid it when I can. How about you, Mr. Pliskin? How many lives have you ended with the excuse that you were doing the world a favor?”
[4:34]*Iroquois-Pliskin makes another strained sound at the squeeze, his own grip definitely going lax in response, letting the Phantom breathe and talk. And boy does he fucking talk. It makes Snake's blood boil- this piece of shit doesn't know him, doesn't know anything about him, doesn't fucking know.

"I never once thought I was doing the world a favor when I killed." He growls, and he believes it. He never believed in the causes he fought for before Philanthropy, only ever another gun. "I was only doing favors for bigwigs in high places, people who saw soldiers and civilians and the world as pawns and stage in their game. I was a soldier bred for battle and my enjoyment of the death I caused has nothing to do with why it was done. You don't fucking know me. You don't even know my damn name."
[4:43]*Bobby-Fulbright raises an eyebrow lightly. Yup, there's those excuses. Bred for battle, favors for bigwigs... Right. That doesn't change that it happened. People died at this guy's hands and he liked it.

“That makes us even then, doesn't it? After all, you don't know me and yet you are perfectly content coming to hasty assumptions of your own.” The hand that's on Snake's shoulder allows its fingers to dig into the supple flesh below, rubbing it. Almost massaging it. “Regardless, that was not my point. You are in no position to judge my past actions, which means you have no right to play executioner either.”
[4:47]*Iroquois-Pliskin growls low, shuddering at the touch to his shoulder with disgust and... something else he doesn't want to think about. "You hurt Simon. That's damn good enough of a reason for me." He says, the tips of his fingers digging into the back of Bobby's neck. "I honestly don't give a fuck about your ideas of what right I do or don't have to kill you."
[4:56]*Bobby-Fulbright's hand rubs at Snake's shoulder for a moment longer, then begins to trail along the man's upper arm. That sneaking suit really is skin-tight- the Phantom can feel every single muscle underneath it. It's quite impressive. Meanwhile, his other hand starts palming the guy's groin again, just to add to the state of arousal. The further he gets Pliskin riled up, the better, or so he believes.

“You had best give up on such foolishness. Murder is wrong, remember?” he says, his voice taking a turn for the silky smooth.
[5:05]*Iroquois-Pliskin is... kinda weirded out by how almost sensual these touches are getting. But that's just his imagination, right? ... Nope, nope, that is definitely the Phantom's hand palming teasingly, rather than painfully, against his groin, and Snake struggles to stifle a small, growling groan- it only half works.

"... The hell are you trying to do?" He growls, his fingers twitching against the other man's throat, not quite squeezing. If Bobby's trying to get Snake more aroused, though, it's certainly working, because now that his junk's not being strangled, he's starting to get more than just half-hard.
[5:13]*Bobby-Fulbright is totally prepared to play dumb for now, because he can tell that his strategy- or whatever the hell it's supposed to be- is working. Honestly, he's not sure where this will lead, but he's attempted to fight back with force and he's attempted to fight back with words. Let's see where sexual favors will get him. Not exactly something he's proud of doing, but pride becomes irrelevant in the face of death.

His palm keeps rubbing against Snake's hardening arousal, fingertips situated near the man's ass. “Hmm? I'm offering my best arguments, of course. What else?”
[5:20]*Iroquois-Pliskin's hand that hasn't been at Bobby's throat has instead been at his wrist for a while, but now it finally moves away, to just... grip at the front of the other man's shirt, pressed against his chest, and his thighs tremble with the effort of keeping himself from rolling his hips into the rubbing against his groin. Fuck, that feels nice, it's disgusting, and it's not enough, just teasing- ugh.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean." He says, voice low and gravelly but not quite a growl this time, his cock pretty quickly reaching full hardness, erection straining against the crotch of his sneaking suit.
[5:30]*Bobby-Fulbright takes note of the hand on his shirt, but doesn't deem it a treat. In fact, it's probably better off there than on his wrist. He'll allow it.

“...Oh, my apologies. Is my attempt to keep your violent tendencies under control causing you to become aroused?” he asks, with absolutely no sincerity to his voice. His left hand squeezes Snake's bicep for a moment, while his right hand's heel begins to rub circles along the man's trapped erection for emphasis.
[5:39]*Iroquois-Pliskin growls this time, glowering at Bobby, and for a moment his grip tightens around the other man's throat- but only a moment, and it goes lax again as the hand at his groin starts to move in circles and shit, that really feels good... Snake groans a bit, and can't resist rolling his hips into it, another shudder rattling through him. "Mngh... Weren't you the one being all annoyed at me earlier for getting turned on by you moving around under me... and now you're feeling me up?"
[5:46]*Bobby-Fulbright shakes his head. Oh Pliskin, buddy, you just chose exactly the wrong words. A grin tugs at 'Bobby's' lips. Something almost bitter. He stares up at Snake with half-lidded eyes, even as he continues the circular rubbing. “Annoyed? I don't know whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult. I'm supposed to be a heartless monster, remember?”
[5:54]*Iroquois-Pliskin tilts his head, groaning softly again as he keeps rolling his hips, thoroughly distracted by that hand working against his crotch. "Mngh... Shut up. You know what I mean." He mumbles, the second time he's said that in as many minutes. His hand is gripping Bobby's shirt pretty tight- which is probably all well and good, because his hand at the other man's neck certainly isn't gripping much of anything right now.
[6:00]*Bobby-Fulbright just keeps grinning. He's vaguely reminded of one of the very first drinking games he participated in; spin the bottle, if he remembers correctly. Eventually, the bottle landed on Pliskin, who took things a bit too far. Who basically felt him up to the point where it became uncomfortable and Simon was just sitting by the side, watching it all play out. A disgusting display, really. It's about time he got to repay the favor for that one.

“Be that as it may, it seems as if you're enjoying yourself.”
[6:08]*Iroquois-Pliskin grumbles something that might be another 'shut up', but it's hard to tell. And whether or not he's enjoying himself is up for debate. Physically, oh, very yes. It feels good, if far too teasing for his tastes, making him want more, more friction, more sensation, more everything. But mentally, he's hating this, hating that he's enjoying it, hating that he's doing nothing to stop it, hating that he's going along with it, hating this man so, so much.

His grip finally starts to tighten slightly around Bobby's throat, while his hips jerk once, twice, before returning to the rolling rhythm against the circling of the Phantom's hand. "Nnrgh... Says the guy with the shit-eating grin while he feels someone else up."
[6:21]*Bobby-Fulbright can't believe that Pliskin just fell for that same wording trap twice. A European proverb about a donkey and a rock comes to mind. Very fitting; there's definitely an ass involved here, both figuratively and literally. Meanwhile, he'd do more with his hand if he could, but the fabric of the sneaking suit is kind of hampering his progress, there. ...Hm. Maybe he'll just shift his hand around and allow one of his fingers to play with the zipper of the fly. Ooooh, that's good cockteasing.

“Mmhh.” He makes sure to have the humming sound roll in his throat, so Snake will be able to feel it under his hand. “Since when do my grins mean anything?”
[6:27]*Iroquois-Pliskin hates teasing. He hates it so much. Especially when it's being done deliberately to frustrate him. And he is definitely hating that the Phantom's hand has decided to go mess with the zipper of his fly /without actually doing anything/, and it's pissing him off. Unzip it already, or go back to rubbing him, fuck, just do something, touch him, he hates this!!

"Then maybe I should smack it off your fucking face for you." He snarls, feeling the vibration of that hum under his hand, and responding with a further squeeze. But he doesn't actually punch him- not yet, anyways. He's considering it.
[6:33]*Bobby-Fulbright is really beginning to feel the sting of all that squeezing of his throat. Bah. Strangulation is so not his thing. He doesn't get how anyone could get off on that. He won't allow the discomfort to deter him, though. The grin washes off his face again to make way for that usual Phantom deadpan, even as he grasps the zipper between his thumb and index finger to pull it down a bit.

“Is this more to your liking?” Whether he's referring to his facial expression or the status of the fly is left up to interpretation.
[6:37]*Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't hate the lack of a grin any less than he hated the grin. He hates everything this bastard does with this face, this face that isn't his, is fucking stolen. That he acts like he has a right to, like it's a game of finders keepers. Sick. But, at least, he's a smidge less tempted to sock the Phantom in the face for the umpteenth time. A smidge. Relatedly, his grip on the man's neck relaxes as he starts to pull down Snake's zipper a bit- ugh, only a bit. More, dammit! If you're going to do this, then fucking commit to it already!

"Since when do you care what I like, huh?" He snarls, fingers twitching around Bobby's neck.
[6:45]*Bobby-Fulbright is not very fond of the accusation of 'rapist', no matter how veiled Pliskin makes it, so he's not touching bare dick until he has explicit permission of some sort. That fly is about as far down as he's willing to take it for now.

“I should care, considering you're still halfway into throttling me.” A thoughtful pause, and then: “Do you need me to remove this face?”
[11:35 AM]   Iroquois-Pliskin's hand is mostly just loosely around the Phantom's neck, now, thumb barely even applying any pressure at all to the man's throat. It's just kinda there- all his grip has gone to his other hand, fisted in Bobby's shirt. But still, the threat that he could squeeze again is still there and very prominent, but for now, he actually looks to be considering the Phantom's offer.

"Remove the face, huh?" He parrots, tilting his head. Hmn, maybe that's not a bad idea. Sure, he's certain he'll absolutely loathe whatever face this shitlord shows him, but at least it won't be the stolen face he's been manipulating Simon with. He snorts. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
[11:52 AM]   Bobby-Fulbright would be leery about it, were the circumstances different. Thing is, the circumstances have changed drastically over the past few months. His real face... There's no point in hiding it. Maybe there never was. He can't wear it with pride, because he can't remember who this face belongs to, but he doesn't need to worry about others seeing it, either.

He raises both hands to the tips of his jawbones, just below his ears, and carefully starts to ease the mask off. If it rips, he still has another spare that could replace it, but he'd rather not let it get to that point. That's why his movements are very slow and deliberate until finally, he can lift it up over his head to reveal... Oh hey it's that Will O' Whisbur guy that Snake met maybe once. That dude who lectured Simon on proper childcare. YUP.

He makes sure to leave the mask out of Snake's reach once it's removed. The last thing he needs is for the guy to run off with it.
[11:59 AM]   Iroquois-Pliskin ends up actually sitting back and taking his hand off the guy's neck entirely, in order to watch. And maybe sit on the Phantom's lap and straddle him properly again, though not really on purpose (though still pretty dang hard in that sneaking suit). God, it was weird enough seeing this guy remove faces the first time, but now, without the heat of that moment in Tori and Jeb's kitchen, it somehow seems even weirder, more surreal, seeing one man's face be gradually peeled off to reveal another. Creepy.

Wait, doesn't he know that face? Barely. He's seen him maybe once before... At Jeb and Tori's place. Ugh. His nose scrunches up, and the worst part is that the guy is actually pretty good looking. Gross. He snorts, lip curling, "So is that the real one, then, or just another mask?"
[12:13 PM]   Bobby-Fulbright stopped wearing several masks at once, at least, or this would've taken way longer. As it is, he only has need for Bobby Fulbright anymore. It's a bit like a testament to his dedication to the role. Not that he'll admit it to Pliskin quite so readily. He doesn't smile, nor does he frown. The most he does is blink slowly, his dull brown eyes on Snake's own as one hand smoothes his messy locks out a little. Wearing a skin-tight mask can lead to some mean static and hair frizz.

“That's on a need to know basis, Mr. Pliskin,” he says, his voice suddenly totally different from Bobby's. It's less deep and it's got a mild hint of some sort of European accent to it.
[12:23 PM]   Iroquois-Pliskin knows a thing or two about messy hair, considering his is pretty much always scruffy and mussed, though it usually falls about in an oddly attractive way. Who's one of the only fuckers that can make a mullet look good? This guy. Still, though, his eyes wander over the Phantom's features, and it kinda pisses him off that this guy really is actually kinda handsome. Then, his ice blue eyes meet the Phantom's brown, and he squints a bit. He can't quite place that accent, and it's a bit weird to be on top of a man who looks AND sounds completely different than he did a minute ago, but at least he doesn't have to put up with that mimicked voice any more.

"So..." He finally starts after several long moments of silence, still seated atop the Phantom's lap, "Were you actually planning on actually going somewhere with this,"- 'this' being his arousal that has been thoroughly fondled by the Phantom until now- "or has this just been a waste of time?"
[12:42 PM]   Bobby-Fulbright actually has an accent that's a combination of several known accents mixed together- no one will ever place it. He rather likes it like that, even if it isn't intentional. There's a vague attempt to sit a bit more upright, but with Snake's weight on his lap like this, he's basically pinned down. Sigh.

It's a good question, actually. The main reason was so that he could stop forcing himself to cling to the last shreds of Bobby Fulbright- voice and mannerisms and such- and rid himself of whatever 'guilt' might be associated with it. The Phantom is not obligated to remain loyal to his partner in any way. Now that he's free of those chains though, it's hard to decide how to proceed. His eyebrows quirk lightly and both hands find their way to Pliskin's hips. “I am willing go as far as you'd like,” he offers, which is a risky bluff, because the guy straddling him is a kinky motherfucker and he knows it.
[12:50 PM]   Iroquois-Pliskin wasn't intending to pin the Phantom down like this, he was just kinda getting a little more comfortable. And that meant no more weirdly hovering his pelvis several inches above the other man's. He growls low at the other man's response, and the way his lip curls can either be taken as a grimace or a smirk, honestly, it's kinda hard to tell on that grouchy face, especially when hate and disgust is still written all over it.

Still, though, he first responds with a roll of his hips, grinding his groin down against the Phantom's with a quiet grunt. And then he leans in, nose-to-nose with the Phantom, and it's less that their lips are dangerously close like this, and more that his teeth are dangerously close to the other man's lips. Because he really likes to bite. But he doesn't, at least not yet. "Then maybe you should stop wasting time and actually do something." He says, voice quiet and growling, "More than just playing with my zipper."