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

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

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.]

[starofchaos]

You can if you want.

[Liquid started, staring at him for a moment before relaxing. That was definitely soothing, that was for sure.]

Hah... I should get sick more often if I'm going to get this kind of treatment.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You do take well to being pampered like royalty. Too bad you didn't take over the world.

[And Ocelot takes well to worshiping men he likes.]

You don't have to get sick to get this treatment. As long as you're not always ordering me to fetch water for you.

[starofchaos]

[He laughs weakly. The idea is amusing.]

Few people would say that.

I don't plan to get sick again, thankfully.

[fancy-shooting.livejournal.com]

You'll get your strength back soon when you recover. Then you're going to return the favor. We'll get out of this apartment and do something... energetic.

[starofchaos]

That does sound good. Heh. You know what makes me happy far too well.