[ there's something hilarious about this whole situation. firstly, Miller willingly came to him for help. he assumes it's because they both have a mutual friend, and the fact he doesn't know that they... aren't on the best of terms where he's from to say the least. secondly, it involved Miller going undercover. in the red light district. he'd always thought the guy would be a half-decent spy if he could control his temper but...
...a charm agent? well. his younger self could pull it off.
Ocelot, meanwhile, isn't exactly charm agent material. but he can still lie with the best of them. which is why he had the set-up outside made to look like he was mostly just chatting up the woman, hoping for something more. an astute viewer would know he's not into it at all but passers by wouldn't. finally, she discretely whispers that some weaselly-looking so-and-so (if a weasel were a bodybuilder, that is) was the culprit.
he waits a minute, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, and motioning for her to enter with him.
want some starbucks as I show up late?
...a charm agent? well. his younger self could pull it off.
Ocelot, meanwhile, isn't exactly charm agent material. but he can still lie with the best of them. which is why he had the set-up outside made to look like he was mostly just chatting up the woman, hoping for something more. an astute viewer would know he's not into it at all but passers by wouldn't. finally, she discretely whispers that some weaselly-looking so-and-so (if a weasel were a bodybuilder, that is) was the culprit.
he waits a minute, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, and motioning for her to enter with him.
gotta keep this looking authentic at least. ]