dissimulative | irl meetups & phone

[ Oria crawls on over to where Sinclair is and turns around so that his hair can be brushed. If Sinclair looks carefully, some of the roots of his black hair are beige. ]

Don't brush it too hard.

Mm. I wont.

[Sinclair will be very gentle. He likes being able to touch Oria's hair after all. He uses the comb to carefully section Oria's hair off, and then uses the brush to comb out some of the knots with gentle, steady strokes.

He does note the beige roots and that explains everything about Oria's comment earlier. He wonders if he should point it out]

Is this fine?

[ He feels as if his headache is being eased away with how Sinclair brushes his hair. ]

Mm... yeah. It's not like I can see, but it feels right, at least. Thanks!

[Sinclair laughs softly as he lets go of that section of hair, and works on the next. He lets the silky strands fall between his fingers, brushing slowly]

As long as I'm not pulling on anything.

[When he's done, he carefully adjusts Oria's hair to style it, massaging his scalp as he styles it in place. He can't get it perfect without all of Oria's products, but at least it's neat and silky]

[ The scalp massages feels really nice and Oria sighs, feeling a lot of comfort in it. ]

How was your trip here? I hope it didn't aggravate anything on the way...

Aggravate anything?

[ He pauses a little , wondering if Oria had noticed. He continues rubbing Oria's scalp, slow, gentle, getting him to relax]

Mm. No. Everything was fine. Just surprising.

You sure? People sometimes complain about headaches and stuff. Guess you're also very physically resilient too.

[ Oria laughs a little and Sinclair's method into getting him to relax is working. His shoulders slump a little and he finds himself leaning back a bit. ]

[ Oh. That's what Oria meant. He relaxes when Oria relaxes, happy for Oria to lean into him. If he drifts down to Oria's neck, his shoulders...?]

I like to think I'm a little tougher than people think.

[ He's never had a problem with travel]

Besides, it was a lot more comfortable than the last plane I was on.

It better be.

[ If his jet wasn't more comfortable than an economy class, Oria would definitely do something about that.

But luckily for Sinclair, his current shirt is a normal long-sleeved shirt and not a boatneck, so he won't have to massage bare shoulders. Good for him. :) But his neck and shoulders are absolutely tense. That's a lot of knots in there. ]

[Saves them both tbh. Sinclair's brow furrows a little as he kneads over Oria's neck, a little bit more firmly to loosen up those knots. Oria might notice his hands are soft, but strong. Almost like he wears gloves all the time at work]

--you're really tense here.

[How are you even resting like this, Oria?]

[ Soft, strong hands are the ideal, so Oria is fine with it... until Sinclair kneads over his neck. The muscles get even more tense for a different reason—Sinclair can probably guess that Oria isn't used to being touched like that. ]

After everything, I might have to request a massage therapist to make a house call.

[ah. He'll rub that spot gently in apology and slide his hands back over Oria's shoulders. Mostly he just wants to keep touching Oria to assure himself things are fine]

You might need a professional or you'll end up with a bad neck and back when you get older.

[Sinclair huffs a little and rests his forehead against the back of Oria's shoulder, just briefly. Mumbling, like he's not sure if he should say it aloud yet]

...I missed you.

[ Oria gradually relaxes his shoulders when Sinclair has his hands and forehead on them. ]

... I missed you too. Can't believe I couldn't see you even though you were right in front of me.

[ Regarding when he lost his memories. ]

[Sinclair makes a noise against Oria's shoulder, half amused agreement and half chiding]

It's another one of those glitches. [One that was deeply unsettling] I'm glad you're okay now...

[Mostly okay. He's a little afraid of hurting Oria more with a careless touch. So he keeps his hands against Oria's shoulders, gentle in his hold, anchoring them both.

Though, if he thinks about it, Oria didn't lose all his memories of Sinclair. Just]

...you remembered that school meet though...

I don't think I could forget that even if I wanted to from the sheer awkwardness of it.

[ He's kidding and definitely well enough to joke around. ]

It was a good time though, because you were the only one that actually genuinely cared, even though you didn't know me that well.

[That gets Oria a tiny shove. His cheeks are burning again. They both know there's no way Sinclair could have done much--he just didn't like hearing people talk like that.]

Ugh. Just so you know, I'm never eating like that again. I don't think I could handle a second time.

It's okay. Just stick to your normal appetite. There's no way people can usually keep up with mine anyway.

[ Despite all that Oria eats, he's around 60 kg... must be all the other physical activity he does. Maybe. ]

[Just. Laughing against Oria's shoulder. Geez]

Yeah, I still don't know where you put it all.

[Sinclair thinks he lives a pretty active life now, but he still can't eat that much (though Sinclair probably could do to put on more weight?)]

I convert everything into energy so that I can love you a lot more ♡

[ Gross................ ]

Oh my god.

[Even Sinclair can't blush for that. That gets Oria another thunk. It doesn't stop him from cuddling Oria's back though]

And you called me cheesy.

[ He laughs. Love getting a reaction from Sinclair. It's his favorite pasttime now. ]

Well, you still are!

[ Hm. ]

I saw Mithrun recently. First time seeing him alive after the whole thing.

[ Oria laughs a little. ]

We got into a pretty big fight.

[One day he might learn to roll with it. One day]

...he was back in the game? Already? I tried to tell him not to push it too.

[Pot, kettle

...wait]

---what happened?

It was another game bug where Mithrun kinda reverted to his past self.

[ The fake leggy man. ]

Needless to say, I did not like Mithrun in the past. He was faker than I was and it was sad seeing him kiss so much ass back in the day.

I still beat him up though.

[Sinclair thinks about it for a long moment. He has very vague memories of Mithrun's past self but nothing too clear beyond "he was kind of weird." Anything after was just through news articles and videos. But he does have memories of his sister complaining]

...Oria, I can't believe you.

[There's definitely a laugh in his voice]

Were you that mad at him?

I never really liked who he was before, so we got pretty catty.

[ Yup. He'll admit that much. ]

We threw each other in the water, pulled hair... and all that.

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