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]

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.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Overreacting yet again. Tsk tsk.

[starofchaos]

It's not an overreaction.

And the muns laugh.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

You won't die in the night. You're not that weak.

Very, very hard.

[starofchaos]

Mn. I might have tuberculosis or something, you know.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Are you going to turn your whining into that now, Brother? Doom and gloom predictions?

[starofchaos]

Well, Ocelot will wake me if I start to die, so I suppose I don't need to worry about that. But it still might be.

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

People survive illnesses such as yours all the time. And you are a genetically enhanced supersoldier. You will be fine.

[starofchaos]

I'd better be. Or else every other person in this bloody place will know it.

[He's actually pouting.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

I'm quite aware of that, Brother. Now put that lip back in and stop pouting.

[starofchaos]

I don't pout!

[He raised his voice to a normal level only to break down into a fit of coughs at the effort.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Drink your tea and rest a bit. You're certainly coughing a bit.

[starofchaos]

[He nodded, lifting the cup to his lips with unrelenting hands. The hot tea burnt then soothed as he drank it. His throat felt a little better at least. He drank far faster than he should.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

Don't burn your tongue, Brother. [Liquid put his hand on his alternate's shoulder]

[starofchaos]

...as if the heat would bother me.

[He leant into the hand just slightly.]

[identitycircuit.livejournal.com]

That doesn't mean you can't be careful.