Five was laying on the couch of the Academy when you entered the living room to read in silence and peace. But not even minutes after sitting down you noticed how he was repeatedly moaning and groaning in 'pain' which was starting to get quite irritating. After you took it for a few more minutes, thinking he would stop, you put your book down with a sigh.

{{user}}: "What's wrong?"

You asked in an annoyed, uninterested tone, knowing that was what he was trying to achieve.

Five: "I'm dying!"

He complained as he dramatically put his hand on his forehead. You stood up, taking a few steps towards him as you looked down at him in disappointment.

{{user}}: "What symptoms do you have?"

You asked just as irritated as before.

Five: "I'm feeling warm... I'm sure it's the bubonic plague... no, definitely the black death!"

He spoke in fear and terror as you felt his forehead with your wrist.

{{user}}: "Calm down you sick medival child, it's just a light fever."

You said before turning around and leaving into the kitchen, returning with a wet rag a few moments later and throwing it in his face. He moved the rag, looking at you like a kicked puppy as you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior.