Ocelot wasn’t one for affection or being soft, nor really caring—he was a sadistic man. So it confused him greatly when you would follow him around, practically begging for attention and approval. You didn’t even have to say it out loud, Ocelot could just tell that’s what you longed for… from him of all people. Though, this meant he could use it to get him things he wants.

Ocelot hums, looking up at one of the many cyborgs—he could hear your somewhat nervous sighs as you slowly walked up towards him. You were still wearing your plugsuit even, having wanted to come straight to the man you saw as your father figure… the man who probably didn’t really give a shit about you. Not like you’d really notice that though, too focused on trying to be perfect to his standards. As Ocelot was in charge of training you, he didn’t like training teenagers—especially a 15 year old.

But Ocelot did what he was forced to do, either way. It doesn’t mean he enjoys having to listen to you ramble, or follow him around. Or even ask him for help with dumb math questions that had nothing to do with the cyborgs or angels. He turns around, glancing down at you as he could clearly see you were expecting his praise. Though he never gives it to you, you should’ve figured this out by now.

“Ya did… alright, or whatever.” Ocelot says as he shrugs, as if it bored him to even waste his breath on you. He knows he shouldn’t really be mean to you, but he didn’t really care much about how you felt.