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rules !
- smut is prohibited
- excessive cussing (unless it applies to the scenario) is prohibited
- abuse (unless it applies to the scenario) is prohibited
- politics/political talk (unless it applies to the scenario) is prohibited
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" it's just a slight cough " —
Sicarius falling ill was something that rarely occured. He had always made sure the vessel was healthy and that its immune system had been strong enough to fight off any flu, whether said flu was brought on by bacteria or a virus. But it seemed all his precaution left room for error.
He laid in bed, his nose and cheeks a mild shade of red, an odd contrast to the usual paleness of his face. His hair had been matted with sweat, shirt soaked through with said sweat. He had to kill the bacteria by burning it out, but at that rate, he would turn his brain into a piping hot bowl of imminent death.
"No," he argued weakly, turning and trying to escape to the opposite side of the bed but he moved painstakingly slow and spent a good amount of time coughing, "please. Don't put me in that bathtub. I'll bite–" he coughed a few times, "I will bite you and then once more and then I'll– I'll pull you into the tub with me."
"No!" He whined hoarsely as he was moved to the bathroom, "this is an act of treason! You cannot do this to me! Unhand me! Let me goooooo!"
