fissionmailed | 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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[His hand fell to Liquid's forehead, lazily feeling his temperature.]

Hmm. Are you feeling better with rest?

[He carefully pried himself out of bed, taking the time to stretch again.]

[He's still far too hot and clammy.]

Mn. A little.

[He simply rolls over on his side and lies there, barely moving.]

[Ocelot returned soon with a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He yawned and handed it to Liquid.]

Did you sleep the whole night?

'm not sure. Don't think so. Hard to tell.

[He held the cool bottle but didn't drink from it. There was a long pause before his voice rose out again, a little pitiful.]

Can you open it for me?

[Ocelot flicked the cap off with a quick twist, then crawled back into bed.]

Can't even conquer a water bottle in your state?

S-shut up. I can't help it.

[He takes the drink, sipping at it, then gulping.]

So you're practically helpless, then?

[He crawled closer.]

...I am never helpless.

[He grumbled, but nodded slightly.]

Don't think I have a lot of energy... odd, huh?

I'll just have to do things for you, then.

[He reached for Liquid's belt.]

You'll probably feel more comfortable without these pants, you know.

[He nodded grouchily, but didn't make a move.]

I'm fine. Comfort isn't an issue.

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How about a hot bath, then? It might feel good.

[Liquid nodded slowly, shifting to try to sit up.]

Sounds good. Run it for me.

[He leaned down to kiss his forehead before parting.]

[And he returned several long minutes later, sleeves rolled up and gloves gone.]

All set. Should I carry you?

[Without waiting for reply, he reached over to pull Liquid upright.]

[Liquid stared at him in silence for a moment, not resisting.]

If you think you can.

[Well, it's not like he was particularly heavy, right? ...right?]

Of course I can.

[He pulled Liquid over his shoulder, gripping his arms to keep him from sliding off. Like that, he made his way to the bathroom, stumbling but making an effort not to show that it was hard.]

[Candles flickered at the edges of the tub, lighting foamy water. Ocelot hoped they'd be more soothing than artificial light. He lowered Liquid to the floor and pulled off his belt before working at his pants.]

Don't worry. You'll feel better.

I can probably take my trousers off by myself, you realise.

[He shakes his head lightly.]

I know.

So? I like taking your clothes off.

[He kisses his forehead, then finishes stripping Liquid and helps him into the tub one limb at a time, slowly so he can get used to the temperature (...not that Liquid isn't resistant to extreme temperatures anyway).]

[Liquid just shoots him a look at the slowness. He's not a frog, to jump out of the water if it's too hot.]

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

I always enjoy you, Liquid.

[Ocelot puts a bundled towel behind Liquid's head for a cushion, then finally moves back, leaning on the edge of the tub and smirking at him.]

[He relaxes, enjoying the comfort of the bath.]

I should bloody hope so.

[One hand lazily dips into the water to rub Liquid's shoulder.]

Just rest, Liquid.

[He nods slightly, relaxing a little more at the touch. After a moment, with a supreme effort, he brings a hand up to cover Ocelot's.]

I am. Don't worry about that.

[His fingers entwine with Liquid's as he leans over to nuzzle the side of his face.]

Get better soon so I don't have to hold back on taking advantage of you.

Try to take advantage of me in this state and I'll punish you when I get back to normal.

[He smiles tiredly, squeezing Ocelot's fingers a little tighter.]

I'm half-tempted to join you in there.

[Ocelot moved his hand away to pick up a bottle of shampoo. He began keeping himself occupied with the task of pouring water over Liquid's hair and giving him a nice sudsy scalp-massage, taking his time and working his fingers in circles.]

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