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On a clear, cool, morning, all is peaceful and quiet in the Smash Mansion. Everyone is still asleep, unaware of what the day will bring...
"Kuh! A-kuh-kuh!"
Well, is WAS peaceful and quiet!
The coughing got louder as the camera went up the flight of stairs and down the hallway. It went into a room that had two posters of characters from .HackSign on the door: Tsukasa and Sora. The room had a lot of animé and video game posters on the walls, and it looked like it's divided in half because one side was neat and tidy while the other side was a little on the messy side. There were two beds in the room; one was covered in various shades of blue and the other in red. The coughing seemed to be coming from the red bed.
"Oh my gosh... I feel like trash...," said a weak male voice that's very hoarse. The person sat up and put his hand on his throat. The person had red hair that's a little spikey and he looked like he's in his teens, probably 16.
"Huh? Wha?" mumbled another male voice, but slightly higher than the first one. This one turned over and pulled the blankets over himself. "Go back to sleep, Roy."
"I'm serious, Marth. I feel very lousy," complained Roy. He Let out another hacking cough then mumbled "Ow... it hurts to cough."
"Mmm-hmm...," replied Marth as he was falling back to sleep.
Roy got up and opened the window to let in the cool air into the room. He then turned on the air conditioner on the very cold setting. Marth stirred in his sleep and pulled the blankets over himself and wraped it around his body. He shivered in his sleep, unaware what his roommate, Roy, was doing. Roy was wearing red and orange vertical-striped pajamas.
"Uhh... it's too hot in here. I'm totally burning up here...," Roy complained. He wiped his forehead, which was very warm.
Marth finally woke up again and sat up. He looked around and noticed the window and heard the air conditioner going. He bolted out of bed and slammed the window shut and turned the air conditioner off. Marth was also the same age as Roy, but he had shiny blue hair that's not spiked up like Roy's. Marth wore similar-looking pajamas, but they were navy and light blue instead of red and orange. He then headed back into his bed and bundled up while still shivering.
"For crying out loud! You're trying to FREEZE me to death! God, it's COLD!" Marth stuttered while still shivering.
"I'm so hot... it's like it's a million degrees!" whined Roy.
"You don't sound too good... Are you ok?" asked Marth. He got back up and put his hand on Roy's forehead. Noticing how warm it was, Marth had a concerned look upon his face. "Yikes, man. Looks like you got a fever or something..."
"A fever? No wonder it's so hot in he—ah... ahh... AHH-CHOO!" he sneezed.
Marth suddenly backed away from Roy and cried "You... you... YOU HAVE THE FLU!!!" He ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. The sound of the shower starting could be heard.
Roy shook his head. "Sheesh! You can be such a neat freak an' a germophobic." He chuckled, then started to cough again. "Ack... ow, being sick really bites."