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Danger zone
[A cat-eared Liquid is walking through the halls, tail lashing. There is a half-empty bottle of bourbon in one hand and something else in the other.]
[He is shouting at no one.] Yes, I know he was an imbecile! We fought every time we were in the same room! We spent full days insulting and punching one another! He drove me mad!
[He takes a swig from the bottle, then leans against the wall.]
God, I miss him.
[He hangs his head as he laments]
We were just beginning to tolerate one another now and then. Why did the idiot have to disappear? There were times when he...I could almost say he...wasn't so bad.
[His face crumples into an expression of unbearable sadness.]
We never even finished watching his ridiculous film.
[The object he holds is a video of Top Gun.]
((Drunk, kitty-ified Liquid misses
xmas_is_here. Laugh, commiserate, steal his bourbon.))
[He is shouting at no one.] Yes, I know he was an imbecile! We fought every time we were in the same room! We spent full days insulting and punching one another! He drove me mad!
[He takes a swig from the bottle, then leans against the wall.]
God, I miss him.
[He hangs his head as he laments]
We were just beginning to tolerate one another now and then. Why did the idiot have to disappear? There were times when he...I could almost say he...wasn't so bad.
[His face crumples into an expression of unbearable sadness.]
We never even finished watching his ridiculous film.
[The object he holds is a video of Top Gun.]
((Drunk, kitty-ified Liquid misses
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Does this mean drunken sex?
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[Liquid looks up hopefully]
[His face falls.]
Oh. It's only you.
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"Only" me? You will make me sad, my friend.
[He does move closer, since Liquid had said yes...]
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[Solid's arms slide around Liquid's waist and hold him tight. A familiar, stubbled chin rubs against the back of the blond's neck.]
I didn't know you liked that sort of movie.
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[then he relaxes, and the touch of a rough face to his skin startles a quickly-swallowed purr]
[his tail curls around Snake's leg as he leans back against his body. It helps to hold him up.]
[mournfully] I don't. It's hideous.
But I never got to see how it ends.
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It's not hideous; it's great. A classic.
...Do you want to watch it now? [Or are you waiting for the other Snake? goes unsaid.]
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I'm wary of what the answer might be, but who exactly do you miss so terribly?
[Having sleepwalked out of his apartment, Dimitri was dressed in his nightclothes: a long robe-like top over loose-fitting drawstring pants. There was a pillow wrapped up in his arms.]
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Shut up, pajama psychic.
Can't you read the answer? Idiot. Obsession with the 1980s. Out of season Christmas hat.
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I can't say I have.
You know, if he liked that movie, there's a chance one of the others might like it too. A personal challenge or something. Even I would give that movie a chance if you don't mind me passing out again halfway through.
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Ivan peeks out from one of the rooms, not sure if he should approach just yet...Oh, to hell with it.]
Heyy~ What are you on about?
[Not that he cared, but this one was good looking.]
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[He is at that exact level of drunk wherein you spill out your deepest feelings to anyone in range]
I miss my idiot brother.
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struttingstrolling down the hallway when he spots his fairly regular sex partner. The new ears stand out and bring a playful smirk to his lips.]Meow~
[Kazuhira Miller: giving new meaning to the term "cat call."]
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You shut up right now.
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[Emma approached cautiously, not wanting to bother the obviously drunk man.]
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[He beams as he turns around and spreads his arms, bourbon sloshing]
Hello Emma.
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[Liquid points at him with the video.]
You shut up.
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[Smiles at him sadly, because she knows exactly what he's talking about]
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ADA!
[Liquid runs toward her and sweeps her up into a bear hug. It isn't easy with all the things in his hands, but he manages]
Where the bloody hell have you been?!
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That's funny - I wouldn't have pegged you as a Top Gun kind of person.
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2/3
3/3
[Liquid sweeps Otacon into his arms]
I thought you were gone forever! I thought you'd gone away and left to go back home and I'd never see you again and I'd driven you off by being a slut and you're back.
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[For his part, Snake's been seated at the edge of the stairs for a while, elbows on his knees, watching the spectacle silently. There are so many strange things about this picture, he really doesn't know where to start.]
[Finally, at length, and when Liquid pauses for breath-]
...You're drunk, Liquid.
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[he whirls and points]
You point out obvious things!
[pause]
Would you like some?
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