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[The knock on the door of the one armed Liquid's house probably was unexpected.

That was alright. Liquid could wait. And when the door finally opened, there would be an interesting sight. A Liquid, no longer eyepatched, stood there before the door. His coat was fastened tightly up to his neck and there was an awkward expression on his face. Held gently in his hands, cradled against himself, was a pale gray kitten with big green eyes. It mewed impatiently squirming as if it sensed the awkwardness of the man holding it.]

(for Vaderquid)

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Now that is a compliment. [Liquid chuckled lightly, returning the kiss.] I should hope so.

[He smirked against his alternate's lips] It's not every day I am pulled into a drunken pile and I enjoy it.

[Liquid felt his face burn a little.] Shush, you. That's embarassing.

I still rather enjoyed it. Under two men I trust...

You realise how many jokes I could make about that, don't you?

I do. And the fact it didn't happen wasn't from lack of trying on you and Ocelot's parts.

I don't recall trying anything. [He looked vaguely annoyed by the insinuation.]

You certainly did. But I'm quite aware you and Ocelot are very fond of me. It's addicting to know I can simply walk to your room and have a loving touch.

Don't be an idiot. I did nothing of the sort. And of course you can. You're always welcome there.

I'm impressed. I didn't think you were that drunk.

You'd be surprised how fast I can get drunk. We had a drinking game the other day- well. It didn't last long. But I didn't make a move on you. I'm affectionate, not stupid.

You were very affectionate. But I think you're missing something. I said I hadn't minded... which means you didn't go as far as you seem to think I'm implying.

...oh. W-well, you can't blame me for being concerned! It sounded like an aspersion on my character.

[Liquid started laughing, causing the kitten to jump off his lap]

Ah, Brother! Are you always willing to believe the worst of what people say?

Not at all, hence my denial of it.

Then let me rephrase. Are you always willing to believe the worst is being said about you?

...

Yes.

[He sounds serious enough.]

Then stop it. If I had been in a position I disliked, you would have felt it the next day.

[He burst out laughing.] I think I'd have felt it the next minute! It wouldn't be like you to let me get away with that.

With how intoxicated you were? I believe it would have taken a bit for it to reach your alcohol addled mind.

...hey. Shut up. My mind was not addled.

Oh? And can you tell me what happened then?

...no. No, I can't.

You make this far too easy, Brother.

...shut up. It doesn't matter now anyway.