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]

[Liquid helped him up, electing not to make a comment on it. He'd use it later when his alternate could properly fight back]

The tea should be nearly done.

[starofchaos]

[Liquid managed a weak smile, and nodded.]

Thank you. I owe you, Brother.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I shall add it to the pile.

[starofchaos]

Hah. At this rate? Karma should be smiling on you.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Not my doing that you require aid so often and keep owing me favours.

[starofchaos]

Twice does not equal "so often".

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

It does for us and our pride.

I have a robe to use in lieu of clothing. While I normally don't mind gorgeous men sitting naked around me, I would rather there be a barrier between my couch and your germs.

[starofchaos]

...tch.

That makes sense. I don't want you to get sick, after all.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Liquid helped him over to his bed, requiring to put him down so he could use his hand to find a towel and robe]

Indeed.

[starofchaos]

[He raised an eyebrow at that.]

I could have sat on the floor. Saved you getting my "germs" on your bed.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You're sitting on dirty sheets, Brother. What's the point of making you uncomfortable if I was to wash those sheets today?

[starofchaos]

Comfort doesn't bother me, Brother. You know that.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hush. You're an invalid; let me hammer the point in by babying you.

[starofchaos]

Dammit, man... I'm not a baby.

[Despite that, he nods and acquiesces.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I would say something about how you've been whining like one, but you're rather vehement about that bit.

[starofchaos]

Brother, do I need to do something drastic?! I am not whining.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

More drastic than ruining my shoes?

[starofchaos]

Could always ruin your hair.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I do believe you said "drastic," not "suicidal."

[starofchaos]

Same thing. Last possible move for a moral victory.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hm. Well, if you do manage that, I do think I have something in here that would be hilarious for Ocelot to find you in.

[starofchaos]

...why do I get the feeling that it's something horrifying?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

A little creativity goes a long way.

[starofchaos]

Hmph. Old men and their disturbing plots.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mention age, dear Brother. From this angle, you don't look particularly free of gray...