ive had it with these motherfucking snakes in this motherfucking port

[heavendivided]

Who: NAKED SNAKE AND LIQUID SNAKE
When: AFTER THE BRAWL IN FRONT OF EDGEWORTH'S APARTMENT
Where: BIG BOSS'S BEDROOM
Summary: HOT GAY SNAKECEST. lolno BB tranquilized psychopathic!Liquid and now locked him up in his bedroom while he treats his own bulletwounds. Yay!
Warnings: NONE HAHA. Okay maybe some blood.

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[ysobritish]

Liquid was not a man who slept deeply or often. He had gotten used to catching brief naps wherever he had the option, usually hiding somewhere in the meantime. The tranquilizer dart had long since faded, but his body had settled into a relatively deep sleep regardless, compensating for the regular lack of it that Liquid had long since ceased to notice. It would not last long. He awoke sharply and suddenly, the only sign of it a sharp intake of breath. His body remained still, his back turned to the other man.

What had he done? It took a while for the earlier events to return to his memory and he bit back the urge to groan in irritation. What on earth was wrong with him that he'd lost control like that? Edgeworth was infuriating, but he thought he'd had better self-control than that. He wasn't entirely sure where he was, but he didn't try to look. If his father wasn't aware he was awake, he wasn't going to give such a blatant clue.

In the back of his mind, he mulled over Edgeworth's words, registering them with a clearer mind. It was a complex issue. One he wasn't sure how to handle - or if he even could. If his Father was angry enough... then he might have to try to escape before he could give them thought. Being held prisoner was not something he intended to stand, comfortable though the prison might be. He could almost feel the presence of the other man, his mind going into hyperawareness as he tried to work out the risk. He'd half-expected to wake up tied to a chair, not lying on a bed. If he was less of a paranoid man he might have gotten the wrong idea. As it was, he simply waited, his eyes closed. Father had to move sometime. He took a mental check of his own physical condition. If he had to break out, he'd need to be in the best of condition, after all.

[heavendivided]

Jack hissed. Treating wounds was never a particularly pleasant process, but he could handle the pain. The bottle of scotch and the cigar between his lips certainly helped when he finally finished cleaning up the wound and could apply the bandage, carefully wrapping it around his left shoulder and upper arm. All things considered, he was lucky it wasn't his dominant arm, though he could be ambidextruous if he really had to. This just made things easier.

The clock inside his head continued to count down, scaringly precise. Liquid didn't even do so much as stir, and his breathing was shallow. "How long are you going to pretend you're asleep?" He said after a while, still busy with the bandage, his back still turned to the bed. It was almost an off-hand comment, entirely nonchalant. He knew those tranqs very well, and his own genes; and he had a very special relationship with time. He knew how long it would put Liquid out of commission, and he'd be surprised if he hadn't regained awareness by now.