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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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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.

You're quite embarrassed about your alcohol tolerance, aren't you?

Tch. [He looked away, embarassed.] I'm getting better. It took longer for me to get sloshed when we were playing that drinking game. About a glass more.

I couldn't imagine mine would be better. I've started to dislike the taste, so I no longer drink. Some days, I miss it.

I've never been fond of it. It dulls the mind and causes damage to the body. I very rarely indulge in it and only with Ocelot.

After certain days... a light buzz eases the nightmares.

...

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.]