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

[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.)

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Mn. It might be wise. But you've got time to decide. You'll likely be stuck here a long time, after all.

Maybe even forever, if I could be so fortunate.

Is this your room? [He didn't want to think too much about his other self. That'd only make them both miserable.]

You might well be. Who knows? This place is good like that.

Yes, mine and Ocelot's. Thank you, Dmitri.

Very well... [He released Liquid from his psychic support, not intending to leave until he saw the man go to bed.]

Unless there's anything else you need, I'll be off. You can find my room on the seventh floor. It has a hammer and sickle on it.

Hammer and sickle... Alright. Thank you.

[He fumbles for his key, tries to kick the door open but doesn't have the strength.]

...

[He shoves the door open with a massive effort and gratefully collapses on the bed inside, since everything is pretty much in one room save the kitchen.]

[Dimitri winced at the attempts to get into the room, peeking inside as Liquid collapsed on the bed.] Absolutely certain you won't die in your sleep?

[Liquid stays entirely unmoving.]

If I do, I'll come back in a few days anyway. But you're welcome to stay if you want.

That hard to say "please", huh?

[He shrugged his shoulders and entered, kicking the door closed. He didn't see this so much as helping as he did constructive pestering.]

Mn. Please stay with me, Dimitri. Forever and ever...

[He was perfectly capable of cracking a joke even like this. Although the creepy voice didn't work so well when his own was croaky and strained.]

[Don't worry! Dimitri made it up with his own laughter: low and slightly hissing.]

You are a strange one. [He adjusted Liquid with his powers so the man had his head on the pillows and the blanket pulled over him.]

[Oh hey, that's unnerving.]

That's probably the nicest way to put it. [Ah-?] ... [He actually smiles a little.] Thanks.

[Dimitri don't care if it's unnerving. If you must flop down onto the bed, be neat about it.]

Sleep, oh stubborn one. [Goes to dampen a small towel with cold water.] I'll endeavor to not let you die until your roommate gets back.

Aww, you're sweet. [He teases a little, relaxing. It only takes a few moments for him to fall into a disturbed and restless sleep.]

[Puts the towel on his head before rummaging around in the kitchenette. There had to be something mostly healthy here he could turn into a hot meal.]

[Everything in Liquid's kitchen was healthy. Even though he couldn't cook at all, he refused to eat junk food. Unless it was chocolate.]

[Well, he was going to be on a diet. Mantis got to work making a stew, keeping note of what he used. It came together slowly and stewed on the stove top quietly.]

[Oh boy! An excuse to eat less. Take that, Ocelot. Someone didn't think he needed to eat more.]

[He turned on his side in his sleep, growing agitated, but for once too drained to do anything about it.]

[A diet of foods that put good meat on them bones, Dimitri would like to clarify. He wasn't completely detached from the land of his birth. The stew alone had to be at least 1000 calories a serving. Marginally more so once he finished with the severely lacking supply of spices.]

[The psychic paused in his stirring to glance over his shoulder, but otherwise kept with his cooking. The pot was just large enough he could make enough stew to feed about five or six people.]

[Humming quietly, he took a test-taste. Hmm! Not bad for odds and sods.]

[Considering how much energy Liquid burned regularly, it would be quite a good idea. As it was, he was still mostly underweight thanks to his over-energetic activities. He whimpers in his sleep and hugs the blankets tightly to his chest in lieu of Ocelot.]

[!]

[Dimitri turned the heat down low and walked over to the bed cautiously. A nightmare? Something aching him?]

[He took away the damp towel, patting at Liquid's brow.] Shhh.... [Very carefully, he layered his voice with hints of his mind controlling powers.] There's nothing for you to fear. Sleep. Sleep, and dream of kind things.

[He relaxed slowly, his nightmares receding. It was comforting, somehow. He didn't understand it, but it eased his fear. That was all that mattered. He relaxed, and sank into deep sleep once more. Odd. It was rare for him to relax this much. Even the rare and damned heat that assaulted him was not enough to disturb him right then.]

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[He could thank the fact that Dimitri's powers were so great, he could affect the sleeping for his calm slumber. Getting a good look at the man's sleeping face, he began to consider the aesthetic value in it. Strong nose and chin, stern eyes. It wasn't too hard to believe now that this man could be a clone of Big Boss. He certainly looked enough like him.]

[But no more of that... He got up and went back to the stew, stirring it a little less calmly than before. All this time to himself was starting to get him into the habit of people watching, it would seem.]

[Liquid had fought both for and against that view many times. His similarity to Big Boss was enough to draw him back and forth across the line. Too many similarities, but he had struggled both to become close to the image and to get away from it. It had only been within a few months that he had started to view himself on his own merits.

He curled up in the bed, the slightest of smiles on his lips.]

[While Dimitri firmly agreed there was strong resemblance, it was only that. A resemblance. Very little about his personality and the way he spoke and carried himself were at all like Big Boss. He was too British. Too extroverted. Too blonde.

After a few more moments, and what was a grand hour or so of napping for Liquid, Dimitri was done. The heat continued to go and he'd have to stir it now and again, but the stew was done.]

[By now, the blondness was far from natural; the bleached state of his hair had tried to grow out many times but had been bleached once more afterwards by less natural means. Liquid hated that resemblance with a passion.

An hour was a lot for Liquid to sleep in one go. He often tended to sleep restlessly, awakening only to fall asleep again. This time, he remained asleep.]

FFFF I thought I'd replied to this I am SO SORRY.

*HUG* Don't worry! I've done that too.

*HUG* Thank you ;;

All is forgiven~

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HUG Don't worry! I've done that too.

HUG Thank you ;;