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[Liquid shuffles out of the room of strange mirrors. His arms are wrapped around his bare torso. His voice is small and hesitant.]

Um, hello?

Is anyone there?

Maybe someone with a shirt I could borrow?

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[Snake appears out of FLIPPIN' NOWHERE and claps Liquid on the back.]

Finally! At long last, you see sense!

[He pulls a shirt out of the same place he came from and hands it over to Liquid.] Here. It'll bring out your eyes.

[The shirt is blue. It has a picture of a yellow duck (http://www.geekologie.com/2007/07/16/giantduck2.jpg) on it.]

I'll get you a kitten one next time.

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[Liquid nearly jumps out of his skin.] Oh, Snake! You surprised me.

[He pulls the shirt on gratefully.] Thank you. I don't know what I was thinking, half-dressed in public.

[A blush creeps up his cheeks.] My eyes? Y, you think so?

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

[Snake looks at Liquid for a long time.]

... you're not as funny as you think you are, Liquid.

[Though anything that gets the flamboyant blond to put on a shirt is aces in Snake's book.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to be funny...

[He doesn't know what Snake's on about, but the way he's looking at him is making him very self-conscious.]

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

You're voluntarily wearing a shirt. So either this is a joke or something has gone really wrong.

[Snake closes the distance between him and Liquid, settling his hand's on the other man's shoulders.] Nothing wrong with your eyes.

[Puts a hand on Liquid's forehead.] You're not running a fever either.

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[Liquid gets flustered and flails a bit.] Snake!

[He backs away, though Snake's hands do feel quite nice...oh god, he's blushing again]

Really, I'm fine. Just fine.

[Snake is worried about him. That makes him feel a little warm and fuzzy.]

[xmas-is-here.livejournal.com]

[Okay, red cheeks and shortness of breath... Snake revises his fever theory.]

[He shakes his head.] Don't be stubborn. You're not fine.

[He grabs Liquid's wrist.] C'mon, let's go find a doctor or a medical facility or a least a goddamn bed.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Snake, really. I have to ask you to let go of me.

[The situation, especially with this Snake of whom he is particularly fond, is getting Liquid flustered.]

I'm not sick. I've only had...a change of heart.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[Otacon eyes Liquid appreciatively.] Leave the shirt off, Liquid. You look better this way.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[The way Otacon is looking at him makes Liquid's eyes widen.]

I can hardly go about half-naked! It's inappropriate.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, sleek and amused.] It never seemed to bother you before. Why the sudden modesty now?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I, I really don't know. But there's a certain obligation to make oneself decent.

[he eyes Otacon] You're acting strangely.

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

An obligation to whom? [His tone of voice becomes mocking.] Don't tell me you've finally developed a sense of propriety. How adorable.

I feel like a new man. It's... refreshing.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

A-adorable?

Was there something wrong with who you were?

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

[Otacon steps closer and puts a hand on Liquid's waist, right above the hem of his pants.] Yeah, the shy little virgin act is getting me hot.

There was nothing wrong, if you like spineless inefficient pansies.

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[Have a pissy mirror!Sorrow glaring at you.]

Maybe you wouldn't be in this situation if you bothered to put a fucking shirt on this morning in the first place.

[He takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in Liquid's face with a smirk.]

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer, obviously.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

There's no need to be rude, sir.

[sorrowinwar.livejournal.com]

There's no need to be shirtless either, but some things just happen.

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[Liquid looks down at his bare chest.] I'm not sure how that happened.

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Well, if it isn't my favorite brother.

[He shoots him a genuine smile before wrapping an arm around his shoulders.]

Let's go to my room, I'll lend you a spare.

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[Liquid smiles back in appreciation.]

Thank you. I don't know what came over me.

[notsostealthy.livejournal.com]

I'm a bit surprised because usually that doesn't seem to bother you. But wearing a shirt is part of the rules, so I guess you should.

[He starts leading him to his room, his step light. Maybe it's due to the countless tons of weapons he'd taken out of his inventory.]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

There are rules here? That's a comfort to know. It's so uncertain, living in a state of anarchy.

[notsostealthy.livejournal.com]

I know, sometimes we need strict rules to keep things from getting too crazy. Although I do like to be spontaneous sometimes.

[He walks into his room, then opens a drawer full of shirts.]

Take your pick.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[Liquid takes a nice, muted gray one and pulls it on.]

[He sighs in relief.]

Thank you. That's much better. I hate being on display.