"NGGGGHHHH! Mah noth ith tuffed u'! THOMEONE FITH THITH!" The twins Sickle and Hammer rolled their eyes at the muffled sound of their employer's nasally whining and the two of them played a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors to see who would be stuck sticking their head in to see what he wanted. Sickle lost and the blonde grumbled softly, ignoring his sister's smirk as he opened the door and stuck his head in.
Knives had recently dealt with some sick slaves and whatever they were sick with had rubbed off on the young slaver. His nose was bright red, his hair was plastered to his head with cold sweat, and his body ached whenever he had to stand up, giving him a painful migraine at the same time. The teenager was currently lying in bed, wrapped up tightly in several blankets with his back propped up with a few pillows.
With a pout on his lips, Knives pointed at a box of tissues sitting at the foot of the bed, making a feeble grabby motion with his hand. "Ah can' reath da tithue'th!"