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.)

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[starofchaos]

[He smiled a little at that.]

Should I not? Those I love deserve to be loved.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Mm, I wonder. Should the dead love...?

[starofchaos]

If they're capable, let them. Since when have we ever done anything but follow our feelings?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Perhaps.

But enough introspective. I can wonder if I deserve this later. The tea is ready.

[starofchaos]

[Liquid nodded, drawing away to sit on the edge of the bed.]

Understood.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[Liquid leaned down, carefully sliding his arm across his alternate's back to help him up]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid did try not to rely on it too much, but to his distaste, he found himself leaning on the arm a little too much for his liking.]

Tch.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Hm. [Far too weak for his liking. How potent was this virus?]

[The flat was rather small, however, and allowed him to put his alternate on the couch to study how he was fairing again]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid was pale and drained, listless and idle. His usual energy seemed to have gone away and he stayed unnervingly still.]

Brother, try not to get sick too.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I will be fine. [He was so still. So unlike normal... he had a feeling he'd become ill as well, join this disquieting quietness. It was quite unsettling when a memory of Shadow Moses surfaced]

[starofchaos]

... Does it look that bad?

[He looked like death, but he hoped it wasn't as bad as it felt.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You're certainly overstating it. [He poured his alternate a cup]

[starofchaos]

What do you mean?

[He took the cup, although his hands were shaking- his hands! How dare they.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You don't look that bad, Brother.

[starofchaos]

I only asked because you looked strange. Looks like mine won't be tarnished that easily.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You will be fine. Better than your whining suggests, dear brother. [The words were softened by his hand on his hair]

[starofchaos]

...I'm not whining. [He leant into the touch without thinking.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Of course not. [It came out far more gentle than he expected]

[starofchaos]

[He smiles a little, faintly.] Brother. When I'm better, you should come visit or something.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

"Or something"? What did you have in mind?

[starofchaos]

...I'm not sure. Maybe we could train together or something. I don't know. What do you want to do?

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I would quite like to train with you. You and Ocelot, as it doesn't do to only train against one type of person.

[starofchaos]

That sounds good. I'm pretty sure Ocelot would be up for it.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

[There was a small smile on his face as he pulled his hand back] Then we have it set up. When you feel better.

[starofchaos]

Shouldn't be too long, assuming I don't die in the night or something.