sick Malik is very sick

[stfualtair]

[Malik is looking oddly pale. Dark circles engulf his eyes as he sits at his desk, hunched over a map. His face and neck are drenched with cold sweat. His eyelids constantly droop close, but he forces himself to keep them open. Little beads of sweat drip off the tip of his nose, landing on the parchment that he's writing on. His phantom arm is

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[requiescatnpace]

WHY HELLO THERE MALIK.

[ezio decides that hey, he might as well waltz in the front door, and so he does so. HI THERE SICK DUDE.]

[stfualtair]

[WHAT THE HELL EZIO. YOU'RE THE LAST PERSON MALIK WANTS TO SEE.]

What do you want?

[requiescatnpace]

Aw,
madonna, I only wished to see your beautiful face again!

[cue laugh track]

[stfualtair]

[Malik rolls his eyes.]

If only I could say the same for yours.

[requiescatnpace]

[completely ignores the insult]

You look sick; is something wrong?

[stfualtair]

I'm fine.

[No he's not]

[requiescatnpace]

[okay dropping the madonna for an ACTUAL HONORARY because :I not teasing.]

Signore , you are dripping sweat, and it is not
that hot in here.

[stfualtair]

[THANK YOU. But we're in denial]

No I'm not.

[LIES]

[requiescatnpace]

...Stop being such a
bambino.

[stfualtair]

A what?

[Arabic, Ezio, do you speak it?! :V]

[requiescatnpace]

A baby.

[stfualtair]

.....

I'm not a baby.

['scuse us while we cough]

[requiescatnpace]

Only little babies refuse to admit they are sick when they are.

[stfualtair]

I AM NOT A BABY!!!

[Oh shit, we're feeling dizzy.]

[requiescatnpace]

Bambino, stop shouting, you are wasting your breath.

[stfualtair]

Shut....up....

[And Malik blacks out, collapsing onto the floor]