And PLOT COMMENCES. Terrible plot. Horrible, whiny plot.

[starofchaos]

[There is a Liquid wandering the halls. Usually, Liquids are full of zest. This one... not so much. Odd, really. He's been feeling drained all day. His throat is scratchy and it's difficult to breathe properly. Worse, even his reflexes seem to be dulled! His head aches and his body is shaking with the cold. Why is he suddenly feeling the cold? He doesn't know! He's pale as death. He makes a quick call-]

Ocelooooot, where are you? I need you right now.

[-and hangs up. He can't help the rare whininess in his (particularly shaken and scratchy) voice. Liquid has never been sick a day in his life, excluding some of his imprisonment - and the less said about that the better. He leans against the wall, looking miserable, and sinks down to sit on the floor.]

This is a really rotten week... first the gray hair and now this...

DOES THE UNIVERSE JUST HATE ME LATELY?!

[His words break down into a fit of coughing and he buries his face in his hand for a moment as if that will hide his identity.]

(Long story short, Liquid is sick. It's not serious, even though he looks like hell, but prepare for whiny bitch syndrome if you approach him! He's not used to feeling this rotten.)

Comments

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Wrong Liquid, dear brother. Or must we retread what my own body can and cannot do?

[starofchaos]

NO WE MUST NOT! Please. I'm not in the mood.

[Liquid slumped over to lie on the floor, staring up at the other man.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

A little cough and a gray hair and you suddenly act like an old man that can't do anything without help. [Liquid shook his head]

[starofchaos]

's not a little cough, jerk. And the hair is a travesty!

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Such a brat. You're just as the age where being old isn't nice looking, but you can't help but be it, hm?

[starofchaos]

I'm thirty-four years old. I am not old. Give it another six years. Then you can call me old.

Also there's a contradiction in your statement. I'm a brat, but I'm old?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Ah, but you're no longer that robust twenty year old that wouldn't get sick or tired for anything, are you? You're still acting like a brat, but you're not longer in the prime of your life, are you?

[starofchaos]

...shut up. I don't get tired! Or sick-

[And that is the point where he may or may not have vomited on his older self's shoes.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

...

When you're well enough to fight back, I will get my revenge for this. But for now, I'm going to drop you off back with Ocelot and let you vomit on him.

[starofchaos]

Can't get up... good luck with that. [He chokes the words out, just lying there listlessly. He's burning up.]

Hope you didn't... like those shoes.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

They were [my only pair] my favorite. [Liquid pulled his alternate to his feet, frowning at the feeling of heat] You're much warmer than I expected.

[starofchaos]

'm cold. What're you talking about? [He sounded a little dazed and as he found himself on his feet - how did that happen? - he wordlessly slumped forwards to rest his head on the other Liquid's shoulder.]

I'll getcha new shoes.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I suppose if we were to become ill, it would be full force rather than a small little cough. Come along. I suppose I should wash you off before dumping you on Ocelot.

[starofchaos]

Mn. Yessir.

[He didn't move. Frankly, he didn't dare try it. It felt odd for his balance to be thrown off so harshly.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Liquid may have been teasing him about the hair and the illness, but he truly did worry for his alternate. He could remember only one time he was ill, and it seemed for every year he wasn't, it only created a debt that decided to hit him all at once]

[Which was why, despite the uncomfortable heat radiating from his alternate, the vomit on his shoes, and the uncoordinated movements of one deeply ill, Liquid pulled his arm over his shoulder and started to support him] Come along.

[starofchaos]

Yessir. [Liquid mumbled the word thoughtlessly, moving with him. His body felt out of balance, both physically and internally. As if his inelegant, awkward movements were not enough proof of his condition, he found himself leaning on the other Liquid far more than he liked. This was unacceptable. Utterly inappropriate.]

Sorry.

[A rare word, from the least guilt-prone Snake.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Don't you start. It's already quite annoying to hear nonstop apologies from Hal.

[starofchaos]

Shouldn't be getting bloody sick. Makes no sense. But fine, as you wish.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

But you are. And we shall simply deal with this fact until you get better.

[starofchaos]

Hmph. Alright, alright. Respect your elders and all of that rot.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I can and will leave you here to vomit on yourself.

[starofchaos]

Hey, you were -[Coughhack] - the one that was teasing me about the gray hair.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I also was not the one freaking out about finding it. But as it stands, you still do need to direct your whining to someone more likely to put up with it.

[starofchaos]

I... am... not... WHINING!

[He jerks away, pulling himself away in order to lean against the wall.]

Go ahead and leave me if you find me so annoying!

[Awkwardly, barely able to stand on his own, he starts to head down the hallway, clinging to the wall as he s.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

If you insist on attempting this on your own, I might start to find you annoying. [He walked briskly over and bumped his alternate's arm back over the back of his neck]