✄ nanana this is what happens

[sicilia_graecia]

[ Ciro's sick. He knows he's sick. He figures it's just a bad case of the stomach flu.

It would definitely explain his headache, the fever, and why he was vomiting. He knows now not to go around eating after two days of not doing so at all. The very thought of food makes him sick to his stomach. To make matters worse, he began waking up in the

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you'd better get to those tags in the morning. :|

[firenzecomune]

{ Oh, you poor thing, you~ you had to get sick when he finally found you, didn't you? Does he need to do a funny dance to get you back into shape? He will.

He will love you. Don't worry.} Sicilia, cosa c'è di sbagliato?

{ *what's wrong?* }

[sicilia_graecia]

[ Sicily'd going to knock your ass out. :| ] What does it look like, almighty smart one? I'm obviously sick.

[firenzecomune]

{ Florence would love every minute of it.
Whipping a fan out now to tap against his chin thoughtfully. } Well now...it seems someone has taken your trousers and knotted them all up, euhh...Ah!

{ He taps it with a sense of finality. } Maybe you should take some medicine, smart one.

[sicilia_graecia]

I hope you die a very slow and painful death.

[ Brb, resisting urge to vomit everywhere. ] I can't find any. Find me some and maybe I'll take it.

[devilwentdownto]

Will doesn't look so great himself, the budget deficits are really beginning to get to him, but he's ignoring them for now in favor of continuing to work and look on the bright side and Oh God don't even mention that he's gotta figure out the water thing...

He kneels by the couch, an expression of worry covering hi face.
Dar- His voice croaks briefly so he clears it before continuing. D-darlin'... 're ya alrigh'?

[ooc XDD Alrighty~ see ya then.]

[sicilia_graecia]

[ His glare lessening as he peers over. ] I feel about as good as you do, William. Though it looks like you're not feeling so good either.

[devilwentdownto]

Ah'm... ah'm doin' alrigh'. Is there anythin' ah can do fer ya?

[sicilia_graecia]

Stop lying to yourself. [ A pause. ] ... not unless I can be fed something that wouldn't have me vomiting twenty minutes later, no. Or maybe you could try and get this Lent thing over with sooner, yeah?

[sicilia_graecia]

Hm? [ That glare is shifted to where Leo is. Settling it there for a moment before it's gone and his facial expressions soften and he moves alllll the way over. ] Sure. I'd like that.

[sicilia_graecia]

[ He bites back the "yeah, right" forming and instead listens like the sick, attentive person he is. At least, as much as a sick, attentive person can. He tilts his head which way, listening. ]