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[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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[Liquid decides that that is Snake-ese for "I'm terribly sorry for not minding your lovely tail, my gorgeous, adored brother"]

[but he is silent, transfixed, except for the end of his tail twitching during the exciting parts.]

[Liquid's Snake-to-English translator could use some fine-tuning.]

[Funny, he'd have guessed Liquid to be the type to talk during films. Liquid seemed like the type to talk during just about everything. Snake doesn't question his luck, silently letting Liquid enjoy the movie in all it's glory. Onscreen, Maverick has a crisis. Snake's fingers tap restlessly against his knee as he watches.]

[Miracle of miracles, he can in fact shut up sometimes. Wouldn't want to miss any of this gloriously cheesy dialogue.]

[His eyes dart to Snake's moving fingers.]

[His cat instincts won't let him ignore motion. His tail sways.]

...quit that. It's distracting.

[Too good to last, though.]

...hm?

[Distracted himself, by the movie, Snake doesn't even bother to look Liquid's way when he answers, and he doesn't stop. No dice. You're going to need to be a bit more direct than that.]

[Tap tap tap. It's too much]

[Liquid pounces on him.]

!

[Snake finds himself with a lap full of Liquid. Unfortunately, he reacts on instinct, bracing himself against the couch and driving a knee sharply up into his brother's gut.]

[In the midst of grabbing his fingers, knee'd]

Gah!

[It causes him to sprawl over Snake's lap and look up at him with deep offense]

What was THAT for?!

[Ow. The offended look is puzzling enough that Snake forgets to shove Liquid off of him right away. He does, however, attempt to free his hand from Liquid's grasp.]

...you jumped on me.

[Obviously.]

[Well now that cat!quid is on your lap he doesn't seem any reason to leave.]

Your fingers were....wiggling.

[His tail hooks into a question mark.]

I couldn't help it.

[You need to work on that self control thing, Liquid.]

You shouldn't act so surprised. Most people don't appreciate getting jumped.

[YOU need to work on not twitching around kitties!]

[Makes himself comfortable in Snake's lap as the ache in his stomach fades. There will be a nice bruise there tomorrow, but alcohol is a great thing for dulling pain]

You and I aren't most people.

Are you still so stiff around me? I keep telling you, I'm not going to attack you.

Well. Sparring for fun isn't out of the question.

[Stiff? It must be the bourbon that makes him actually appear to take a moment to consider it. Then he answers by shoving Liquid firmly off his lap.]

[That's a yes.]

[(Hey, he's watching a terrible action movie with you. It's progress.)]

Oof! [Shoved.]

[Fine. He'll just curl up on the couch beside you, then.]

Honestly, Brother. Haven't you noticed by now that I'm fond of you?

[It's very obvious. It doesn't make it easier to swallow. Snake stays stiff-shouldered on the couch beside him, for now.]

I can't say I can return the sentiment.

[He doesn't bother lying. They are allies of convenience, mostly. They had common friends and common enemies. And if Liquid isn't trying to kill him or start any wars, Snake isn't the type to pick fights. But despite the occasional acceptance of the metaphorical olive branch, good luck ever getting him to admit he's fond of Liquid.]

[The film is forgotten at this point. Liquid will have to watch it again ~~in one of these other threads~~ if he wants the whole experience.]

Edited 2011-09-16 05:53 (UTC)

You're the most stubborn creature I've ever seen.

[Liquid's tail wraps around himself.]

I haven't even tried to kill you in ages. What else do you want? [teasing]

I'd be dead if I wasn't.

[Long dead by now. There were times when the only thing carrying him through was his will to survive. It's not a quality that translates particularly well to interpersonal relationships, but there you are.]

What makes you think I want anything?

Everyone wants something. It's what keeps us in existence as a species and as individuals.

[Careful with the invitations to drunkenly ramble about evolution.]

If you didn't want to live, as you said, you'd be long dead. But life for its own sake can only take you so far. There must be something else.

[He rubs his head lazily against Snake's shoulders.] For example, I want you to scratch my ears.

[Point. His shoulders stiffen a little at the gesture, but he's too stubborn to cave and pull away, yet. Instead, he clarifies.]

What makes you think I want anything from you?

[Liquid leans against him and lets his eyes close, inhaling the scent of cigarettes]

Because we're brothers, bound together by blood. We can't be indifferent. You haven't shown any interest in killing me, therefore you must like me.

Besides, we both adore the same man. [a dreamy smile] And I do adore him, you know.

[His ears flick. His adorable, soft, velvety ears.] Didn't you hear me? Get to scratching.

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