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Code survived all sorts of things! Getting stabbed by a sword? No biggie, he's been through worse by jumping off a cliff! That wasn't bad enough? Then how about barely making it out after you betray multiple of organisations. He was only a third-rate villain. But getting sick? If he could walk off being stabbed, then how could he not walk this simple stupid cold off like he did in the past. It wasn't like it was poison.
He stumbled out of bed, brushing the hair that in his face... it would be bothersome in the future, and the greying hairs only reminded him of his aging body. Thinking about it wouldn't bring back the agility that he had before he joined a villain organisation as the fifth leader. It wouldn't bring back the good health he had. Leaning on the wall, he stared at himself in the mirror. He was paler... he probably needed to eat more.
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"I'm fine," Code poked through his food, seemingly uninterested yet forced himself to eat the salad laid infront of them.
Aris frowned then took a glance at Serena, who was washing the dishes. Code didn't look too well. Was he poisoned by some plant? No... he wouldn't be that daft. Was it something that was affected by during her first few weeks staying with him in the old house? It looked similar.