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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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[He chuckles low in his throat.] Yes, Sir.

[Hal reaches down to pet and stroke at Liquid's still-puffed out tail.]

I like it when you call me that. [It makes heat stir in his belly.]

[Liquid stretches out between the two men. He does love being the center of attention]

[he sighs in pleasure] Perhaps that room isn't all bad.

[Hal pipes up] Do you remember where it is?

[It might be fun to see what he'd get...]

[Liquid gives him directions.]

What, is there someone you want to throw in? Be careful. When I tossed in the torturer, it got me as well.

[snickers] It did give him hyena ears, though. Worth it.

[A remarkably similar frown appears on both men's faces.]

The torturer...has he been making trouble for you again?

Ah. [Liquid's face slackens. He should not have said that.]

[Stupid, stupid bourbon. Stupid, stupid happiness and comfort. How could he forget to watch his tongue?]

It's not that.

[He could lie. He could fabricate and evade.]

[Except, as he glances at his lovers' concerned faces, he knows that that's the drawback. He can't.]

[He pulls himself up to sit with his back to the couch.]

Talib and I have come to a truce, for the time being. He isn't going to be hurting anyone.

I've made something of a deal with the devil.

[The concerned looks don't go away.]

[David's voice is sharp from sudden worry and Hal rests a hand of Liquid's shoulder.]

What kind of deal? If he's trying to coerce you into something...

[ruefully] It's rather the opposite, really.

[sighs] Somehow, a room created a ridiculously involved illusion of him living as [a grimace] my pet. He declared that he's decided to be my slave. Naturally he's only looking for a chance to get below my guard, but I've been...playing along. It keeps him out of trouble.

[It takes a moment for David to absorb that, then he shakes his head.]

He's insane. How long do you expect him to play at being domesticated before he gets bored and starts killing again? We need to find a way to contain him while he's still willing to follow your orders.

[His gaze is dark as he thinks of the madman] A more permanent solution.

I don't know. He's strangely committed to the game. [Liquid is troubled, thinking of the rapture on the madman's face.]

[Though he is glad that neither Hal nor David appears horrified that he's playing along.]

Killing him won't work. We've tried that.

Are you? [There's no accusation in the question, but neither is there expression on David's face.]

[Hal's hand stays steady on Liquid's shoulder. He isn't sure what to think, but he trusts Liquid beyond any doubt.]

[That doesn't mean he doesn't realize that people can make mistakes.]

What about locking him up somewhere? There must be a room somewhere that could serve as a jail.

[The scientist doesn't like being the one to suggest such a thing, but he can't think of any other options.]

Of course not. But if humouring him means I get to get some revenge, why should I deny him?

[He doesn't like that controlled look on Snake's face. Don't you judge my erotic slavery!]

[immediately] I won't imprison anyone, even him.

[The fact that Talib had expected as much is even more disturbing.]

["Don't tell anyone what became of me."]

Revenge, huh...just what is it that you do?

[David shakes his head, scowling.] Then I'll lock him up. We need to press this advantage while we have it, before we lose the chance.

Irritate and inconvenience him more than anything. Making him dig holes and fill them in again was amusing. I swear the lunatic gets off on it.

[Not that he has a submission kink or anything.]

Brother.

[Liquid grasps Snake's wrist.]

I will not become him, and I will not allow you to become him.

Caging a menace is not at all like what he has done.

[Solid stares hard at his sibling.]

Letting him roam the hallways is criminal, Liquid. If not for everyone else's sake, then for his own. Any number of people would jump at the chance to trap him with far less pure intentions.

[Damn it why does Talib have to derail perfectly nice cheesy movie and ear scratching sessions]

Do you want to be his jailer, Brother? It's more work than owning a bloody puppy. Do you want to feed him and deal with him and keep his allies from tracking him down? If a room takes us away or incapacitates us for long enough, he could escape by dying, and then go on a spree of revenge. In fact, he's resourceful enough to kill himself immediately.

[Liquid does not want to think about why he's arguing so hard on Talib's behalf.]

Think, Snake. When is the last time he hurt anyone?

[He growls and looks away.]

An effect room, maybe. One that would make him want to stay, though it'd be more than he deserves...

[Hal steps between them, cutting David off.]

Stop it, both of you. This isn't the time to be arguing. [A semi-apologetic glance at Solid.] If someone finds a room that could hold him, then we can try to work something out, but until then, it's a moot point.

[Liquid's glance at Hal is grateful.] Hal is right.

[He shakes his head. He is feeling foggy, and it's not only the alcohol.] Things are different. You might understand if you saw him.

Hnn.

[David backs off from the fight, opting to sit next to Liquid and pull him into an embrace.]

[He worries, dammit.]

[Liquid leans into him]

[The fact that Hal and Snake aren't repulsed is a greater relief than he can admit]

Besides, if there is a choice between continuing his game and keeping you two, I'll throw him into the cold without a second glance.

[Hal also joins the impromptu cuddle pile.]

[Solid pets Liquid's hair affectionately.] We're here if -and when- you need us, you know. You don't have to deal with him...or anything, on your own.

I...suppose I don't, do I?

[it's a strange, strange thought]

[Cuddlepile is a great improvement.]

[He rests his head on Snake's chest] I've always fought alone. Looking for help shows weakness, and that's asking for betrayal.

[Hal lazily grabs a nearby blanket and pulls it over them.]

Not a bad idea in general practice, but you don't have to worry about that with us.

[Liquid does not snuggle. He just lays between the other two so that it's warm and comfortable.]

You two are exceptions.

[He yawns against Hal's shoulder.]

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