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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.]

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That isn't healthy. [But then again, he'd mostly avoided sleep for the last ten years, so...]

I rarely sleep, so an equally rare instance of a glass of whisky before bed isn't unhealthy.

Yes. Yes, it is. I hadn't touched the stuff for years before I came here, not even rarely.

You do worry too much. And I can't anymore. The scent is... sickening.

... [Alcohol. Often used in medical facilities. From his guess, the other Liquid would be sick of anything reminding him of that...]

Well, next time we play a game we should replace the alcohol with something else and get you to join.

And how would we judge if I lost? If I had to leave the table due to far too much pressure on the bladder?

We'll find different stakes... don't worry about that. [He chuckled wickedly.]

What a wicked laugh. One might think you're thinking nefarious thoughts. [He leaned in again, voice husky] What might you be imagining? Ocelot and myself draped on you, needing your presence and warmth?

...

Brother, stop sounding like you're hitting on me.

[His face burnt just a little.]

If that was the case I'd make it a stripping game. But it isn't.

Do you think I wouldn't enjoy it? To slide my arm around you and take in your scent, your heat...

You can do that now. It's not like I have any trouble embracing you.

[Goddammit, it sounds so wrong when he puts it like that.]

Quite nice to hear. [Liquid leaned closer, voice dropping further] Quite nice to know you are so fond of me.

Why wouldn't I be?! [He leant back without thinking, his face burning.]

... Brother, I'm trying to make you kiss me and try to overwhelm me so I don't think.

...you could just ask, you know.

Why would I? This is far more fun. Now get over here.

If you're going to order me around, maybe I shouldn't.

[Despite his slightly annoyed words, he shifted to lean over and claim the other Liquid's lips.]

[And he instantly fell into the kiss, trying to take control and turn thr tables. He pulled back enough to make the kiss light, softly caressing those familar lips. His hand reached up to bury into his alternate's hair, keeping his tongue out of it except for a teasing flick]

[Liquid looped an arm around his alternate's neck, drawing himself closer. He resisted the other Liquid's attempts to take control, although he allowed him to soften the kiss. It was more pleasant that way.

...his alternate was a bloody tease.]

[He wouldn't lose control so easily. Liquid bit his alternate's lower lip briefly, needing the sting to contrast with the soft lips and gentle tongue. He ran his thumb over his alternate's scalp, possessive]

[The sting was almost as good as the softness, a brief burst of pain that pierced his thoughts for a second. His free hand came up to rest on Liquid's shoulder, lightly rubbing the muscle beneath it through the coat. He wasn't going to give up that easily, however.]

[Liquid made an appreciative noise at the touch, nipping again at his alternate's lips before biting down again, harder before soothing it with his tongue]

Mm... [He nipped back, smiling into the kiss. Odd, how ordinary this felt.]

[It truely was far too ordinary. Liquid closed his eyes, pulling him in closer, deepening the kiss]

[Liquid resisted the pull, trying to take control over the deepening kiss.]