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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.))

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[You could hand things off of them.]

[The power of cuteness compels you.]

I know. Some people just like using them for accessories.

You're a funny girl.

No wonder you're Hal's sister.

Here. [He generously holds out the bottle, then teases] Or are you underage?

And you are quite genial after you've hit the bottle.

[She pushed it back towards him with one finger, rolling her eyes.]

Technically, I am, and I don't plan on drinking.

Bite your tongue. I'm always genial.

[Fine, bottle's all his then]

You are a child. [Says Liquid, who is all of twenty.]

Of course you are~ You're just more so when you're drunk.

[Emma has gotten more than one opportunity to rib her college mates who drank.]

And you have a high tolerance for liquor.

I'm very friendly with people I don't want to murder. That's called being a gentleman.

All part of being a soldier, my dear.

[Giggle!] Good to know. A proper English gentleman.

I didn't realize becoming a proficient drinker was a part of the job now. That must be a fun way to exercise your willpower.

Always. I may bludgeon a few people to death, but I offer them a cup of tea first.

It's a useful skill in any line of work. No one has looser lips than a man who's been drunk under the table.

And another saucer afterwards to soothe the pain?

I'll believe that. [Nod.] I once got a scoundrel in the computer lab to confess to shirking very important duties of his after I got him to try sake.

Maybe, if I like them.

[laughs] Ah, so you don't indulge yourself, but you corrupt others? Wicked girl.

Very sportsmanlike of you. [Emma approves.]

I never did claim to be innocent. Clever, certainly, but not innocent.

That is the best sort of clever to be, particularly when you're playing with fire.

Do you want to find some common room so you can sit? I'd hate for you to accidentally pass out in the middle of the hall.

That's an excellent idea.

[Liquid gallantly takes her arm and leads her to a common area, where he immediately sprawls on the couch. Even without the tail he'd look like a giant, shirtless housecat.]

[Emma shook her head with a grin at the sight, sitting by his head so she could scratch at those kitty-cute ears. They were so...fuzzy. Scritch, scritch, scritch.]

Good Liquid~ [MY, but this is easily the weirdest and funniest thing she's seen/done so far.]

[The delicate ears twitch away instinctively] What do you think you're- ooh. Keep doing that.

[the gentle scratching feels incredibly good.]

[he leans against her. If you want personal space, don't go near a drunk catQuid.]

Move down and to the left a little and I'll forgive that comment

[The young woman was happy to comply. How do you pass up petting ears like these?]

[A mental memo: Hang out with Liquid when he's drunk more often. Especially if he's got cat ears.]

Oh, I'd never say anything in malice. It's just gentle teasing~

[Nice hair means nice fur. It's science.]

[He's also a quite affectionate drunk]

[His upper body is practically in her lap]

Keep doing that and you can tease all you like.

[She tugged on his arms a little, drawing him further into her lap. Hal used to do this when they were little, so she didn't mind having someone using her lap for a pillow.]

I'll be sure to keep that in mind. And I'll be sure to not let anyone know how much of a pussycat you're being~

[Hmmm. Comfortable.]

You'd better not. Or I'll...do something terrible, possibly. [The fact that he's purring kind of undermines the threat.]

Oh, I'm terrified. Mortified. Petrified.

[Bull. Dinkies. She's going to really get into massaging those kitty ears now. The purring is very relaxing~]

[He's take exception to that but by god that is nice.]

[His eyes half-close]

You realize I'm not at all listening to you.

I am more than aware of the fact.

[Getting a good bit of rubbing with her knuckles along the base of dem ears.]

I want to get a cat, but I don't know if it'd be nice to my parrot.

rrrrrrrThat's nice.

[His purr is reverberating throughout his entire body. He has the urge to rub his head against her chest, but remembers that women generally frown on that without special permission.]

A parrot? [He smiles] Sounds delicious.

Of course~ I'm not inexperienced when it comes to petting cats.

[It wouldn't be like you were the first to try. :T You should still ask first anyway. Maybe while she cautiously tickles the base of your tail.]

See? If I can't trust you to be nice to him, how can I trust a real cat?

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