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99. [Text/Action for travel group]

_{[SO YEAH, UH. IT'S BEEN. A FEW DAYS. SINCE... YOU KNOW.]

[Since the whole thing on the weekend that they all remember now.]

[In those few days, Heather has been holed up in her hotel room like a dysfunctional pop star hiding from the paparazzi. What's she been doing in there? GOD ONLY KNOWS. Actually, the people IN that hotel room know and it's mostly being quiet and sleeping a lot, but there you go.]

[BUT LO AND BEHOLD: a text!]

[A text with a request.]}

SUP PEOPLE

I have a mission for all of you


send me funny shit

any funny shit

I don't care if it's a joke or a story about the time your drunk uncle bill mistook your annoying aunt sally's drink for a spitoon or a video of that fat Meowrth that likes to get in boxes i forget his name it's like Maroo or something

1 2 3 GO

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how do you feel about them

What's there to feel? I don't dwell on the past.

_{[... Well, then. Heather stares at the message for a bit, actually feeling her throat tighten a little.]}

if you remember most of what happened and don't care

why are you even talking to me?

Do I need a reason? Perhaps I just wanted to talk.

[Which was really just Liquid-speak for 'I don't know but I don't want to admit it'.]

_{[Yeah, and she can see through Liquid-speak, but that doesn't necessarily make her less upset.]}

about what

what would we talk about


you were pretty much a brother to me

and if that doesn't mean anything to you then what do we even have to talk about

I knew you twelve years ago. It may not have been the same length of time for you, but I would think that it's unreasonable nonetheless to assume that I would hold the same regard for you now as I did then. I am not the same man now as I was.

_{[Man, Liquid, it ain't your fault, but it sure is a rotten time for this talk to be happening.]

[After that weekend, Heather's emotions are a little more volatile than usual.]}

ok fine so it was twelve years for you and you don't give a fuck fine

why do you want to talk to me then

i'm just some shitty kid you used to know so WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE

[NOW YOU'RE JUST SOMEBODY THAT I USED TO KNOW]

To be honest, I'm starting to wonder why I ever bothered to associate with such an insufferable brat as yourself.

_{[BUT YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUT ME OFF]

[MAKE OUT LIKE IT NEVER HAPPENED AND WE WERE NOTHI--]

[But no seriously. OW.]

[That... that really fucking hurts, actually.]

[Any other time, she might have been able to curl her lip at it-- after all this time, the hurt SHOULD be a little dull-- and just let it go. Let it go as someone who she's not friends with anymore. Hell, it's not the first time it's happened. Like it or not, Heather is used to friendships changing. Fading. People growing up, and growing different.]

[But now?]

[Right now she can't do that.]

[So after awhile she types back viciously--]}

oh because you're one to talk when it comes to that

[Liquid, himself, didn't know why he kept talking to this girl. Somehow she got under his skin, and sending stupid barbs back and forth was like picking at a scab-- it stung and you knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help yourself.]

Says the girl who goes hysterical over being sent a picture.

if you think this is hysterical you've got another thing coming, fucko

_{[... It feels really weird to call him 'fucko' even though it's probably something she called him back then, too. It doesn't feel good.]}

you haven't even told me why you want to talk so if you're just gonna insult me then piss off and leave me alone

You've thoroughly rid me of the desire to talk, I promise you.

[She's probably called him worse and more ridiculous things than 'fucko', and he's taken far more damning insults before without caring, but every word from her was like pounding his head against a wall. It was stupid and futile and he just kept doing it.]

Since you're apparently incapable of anything resembling casual conversation without becoming utterly unreasonable, I'll leave you to yourself. Good day.

[Text was notoriously bad at indicating tone, but if it had been spoken, that 'good day' would've sounded a lot more like 'fuck you'.]

_{[Yeah, it doesn't need to be heard to sound like 'fuck you'. That comes across pretty clear.]

[Of course, Heather isn't really the sort to dress her intentions up in fancy words, so she just types back:]}

fuck you

Both of you, knock it off.

James, stop being an insufferable jerk and speak plainly for once in your life. And before you start to bite my head off, no I'm not going to call you Liquid.

Heather, don't provoke him because believe me, that's a losing battle no matter how you do it.

_{[BIG MAMA OTACON IS HERE]

[Sadly, the kids are too sassy for their own good. And for your good.]}

i didn't provoke him i asked a fuckign question and he didn't want to answer so i told him to fuck off how is that provoking

_{[... Yeah. Um.]}

Relax. The two of you could probably shout at each other until the sun burns out, and considering you're the sensible one here I'm asking you to stop poking the angry snake.

HE poked ME

_{[A year ago, she'd probably have listened to Otacon's advice. But after the distance, and the time... and the fact that she's not exactly fit to receive a clean bill of emotional health right now...]}

He does that. Be the bigger man, metaphorically speaking.

How am I at fault for the fact that she acts like a petulant child!

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