irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[insinning]

Work maybe?

[He laughs as he sits on the edge of the bed as he smacks Oria once more, but a little more gently. There. Mercy]

I'm always having to carry something.

[Rodya occasionally has him come to the gym with her but his body type will never build muscle tbh]

[dissimulative]

What are you, a gopher?

[ Oria scoffs and takes those gentler hits as he sits up, gets off the bed, and then tackles Sinclair from the angle so that they both go flying towards the center of the bed. ]

[insinning]

Mm ... it'd be nice if my job was that s--

[Yelping as he's tackled into the bed. Blindly reaching out to grab another pillow to smack Oria with]

Hey!

[dissimulative]

[ Oria cackles and rolls off Sinclair to lie down on the bed on his back. Phew. ]

What are you gonna do about it, huh?!

[insinning]

[The challenge can't go unmet. Sinclair rolls over, closer and smacks Oria with another pillow]

That.

[Can he sit on top of Oria and hit him with more pillows? Lets find out. Is it a good or bad thing Sinclair is so light]

[dissimulative]

[ He sure can. Oria stares at Sinclair for a moment, but then he gets a face full of pillow. Oof. He tries to pull that away from his face to say: ]

Wow, Emil... You're bold.

[ He'll leave Sinclair to think about it. ]

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[insinning]

I...am?

[ Confused tbh that Oria didn't hit him back immediately with another pillow. But also just straddling Oria still as he takes in their position.

...

...

...]

[insinning]

[aaaaaaa???

frozen deer in headlights response]

[dissimulative]

[ At least Oria doesn't have to explain it. He just smiles a bit, because, well. All that stuff before? It was online. Not that it justifies Oria having done them, but it's very much more real here, in reality outside of it. Even if it feels real in both worlds, what will impact people harder is here, where you can't just shut off pain sensors willy nilly, or having to face consequences for acting on intrusive thoughts... ]

It's really cute when you do things without thinking, because regardless of the action, your intentions are pure.

[ He's not saying Sinclair is a cinnamon roll, because he hates that phrase so much. ]

[insinning]

[He's blushing so much now. Also not moving yet as he tries to reboot his brain. This is a little embarrassing. Even though technically Oria had done this to him first]

I can't tell if you're trying to compliment me or make fun of me.

[But it's true, Sinclair really hadn't been thinking of anything additional until Oria said it. So he just pokes Oria's cheek. Urk.

and that's because Sinclair is a sinnamon roll. sinclairoll?]

[dissimulative]

[ When Sinclair pokes Oria's cheek, he returns the favor by poking his knee, which, you know, is right there with how Sinclair is straddling him on the stomach and all. ]

Why can't it be both?

[insinning]

[!! Poking Oria's cheek again. Sinclair pulls a very slight face as he gives a little huff. There's no good answer to that so instead]

Maybe I should stay here then. So you can't get your snacks.

[dissimulative]

Well,

[ Oria lightly pats Sinclair's thighs, mostly to get his attention, and says-- ]

I have a snack right here.

[ :9 ]

[insinning]

[mentally keysmashing]

That was terrible even for you.

[And yet he's still blushing]

[dissimulative]

You say it's terrible, but I'm here, you're here... with a red face, to add.

[ :) ]

So I think I'm winning here.

[insinning]

Are you?

[ Does it count as winning if Sinclair places his hands on Oria's shoulders to pin him properly. He knows what this looks like this time...But it's fine!!! Might be eying another pillow to smack Oria with]

I-I just blush easily. [It's a curse] It shouldn't count.

[dissimulative]

I know you do, so why don't you show me with your actions instead, of why it shouldn't count? Hm?

[ Oria still stays relaxed under Sinclair, even while his shoulders are pinned to the bed. ]

[insinning]

... actions, huh?

[ U-urk.

Sinclair's brow furrows and he leans in a little. Oria is pretty. Attractive and he clearly knows it. This is a little bit embarrassing but---

fine!!

Going in for that kiss then even if he's sure Oria is still winning]

[dissimulative]

[ Most people have decided that it was almost always important for Oria Severine to win and overcome any challenge he came across. He took challenges head-on, accepted them, attempted them... but really, what actually matters to him is that he doesn't lose. He can lose a single battle, but what would matter is winning the war. It's that sort of mindset that makes Oria do the things he does and why he lets Sinclair kiss him despite being in such a questionable position with him.

He returns the kiss and his finger hooks inside the turtleneck to keep Sinclair there. No running away. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair has never been a particularly competitive person to begin with.

But there are things he does want and Oria has a way of making it seem okay to want things, to accept things as they are.

So he'll keep kissing Oria, his lips moving gently against his, thoughts kind of thinking about how Oria had kissed him before in Fragment. That had been...hm.

He knows how to listen to that gesture at least. No running away indeed.]

[dissimulative]

[ The kiss is long, but chaste--at least on Oria's end... surprisingly. He can't move away, but he gently ends the kiss and smiles against Sinclair's lips. ]

I like this a lot better.

[ His voice is lower and quieter, as if being in such close proximity matters and the atmosphere between them will go wherever it wants to go. ]

[insinning]

[When Oria breaks the kiss, Sinclair is smiling, soft and fond. He thinks he's sat on Oria long enough so after one little affectionate bump of their foreheads, he slides off Oria without moving too far away. He'll just lay down next to him on his side with a pleased little huff]

...me too.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria isn't much of a cuddling guy, so he lets Sinclair roll off and turns so that he can look at him. ]

Happy now?

[ Though Oria's voice sounds fond. ]

Or did you want more?

[insinning]

Mm.

[ Ah, of course Oria isn't done teasing him. But that's okay. Sinclair is very content now]

Later. [ tiny shove] Your snacks will melt. And I still want to win at least one round at that game.

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[dissimulative]

They're not all--

[ They sure aren't all ice cream, but there are some that's like that, which makes Oria get off the bed in a hurry to gather the snacks and shove them into the freezer and fridge. ]