what's yours is well... yours [You know what's off about Raiden's wardrobe? Literally everything. Woe betide anyone who comes across the completely naked man with skin pale enough to make the barcode like tattoos that speckle his thigh, back and upper arms all the more noticeable. He slinks through the hallways on his tip toes, a well-practiced silence and sneakiness that might make him surprisingly easy to miss as he tries to find something or anything more appropriate than his hand to cover up with.
He's hoping no one notices. Maybe he could hide under that cardboard box over there for better cover...]
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Raiden | Metal Gear Solid 2
[You know what's off about Raiden's wardrobe? Literally everything. Woe betide anyone who comes across the completely naked man with skin pale enough to make the barcode like tattoos that speckle his thigh, back and upper arms all the more noticeable. He slinks through the hallways on his tip toes, a well-practiced silence and sneakiness that might make him surprisingly easy to miss as he tries to find something or anything more appropriate than his hand to cover up with.
He's hoping no one notices. Maybe he could hide under that cardboard box over there for better cover...]
wildcard
[Or bump into him actually clothed, pressing his fingers to his ear and talking out-loud seemingly to himself (perhaps muttering something about 'codec static') or fiddling with his MID.]