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[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[insinning]

[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.

[dissimulative]

[ 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. ]

[insinning]

[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...

[dissimulative]

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.

[insinning]

[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.

[dissimulative]

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. ]

[insinning]

[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?)]

[dissimulative]

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

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

[insinning]

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.

[dissimulative]

[ 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.

[insinning]

[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?

[dissimulative]

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.

[insinning]

[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?

[dissimulative]

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.

[insinning]

[Pfft. He'll go back to rubbing Oria's shoulders]

I thought Morgan's old self was more...He didn't seem like someone who would fight physically. But I remember my sister couldn't stand him.

[And his sister liked everyone ]

Though, it sounds like you were waiting for a chance to actually hit the old him.

[dissimulative]

Hmm, kinda.

[ He won't lie, it was to vent out his own frustrations too. ]

I wouldn't want you to deal with him though. He says a lot of hurtful things. I can brush them off like it's nothing, but I'm more worried about you. Or... do you want some examples of what he said to me to gauge how hurtful it could be?

[ Oria doesn't seem to mind. He's definitely more worried about Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

Mm... you're being good to me. I don't know.

[ Sinclair knows himself well. Even if it wasn't actually Mithrun, someone saying the things he thinks about himself sometimes with Mithrun's face and voice would hurt. It might eat away at him. But]

I feel like I've already heard the worst people can tell me.

[anonymous internet forums on murder trials were a mistake]

But if you're worried, I wont try to meet him.

[dissimulative]

Of course I'm worried. That guy will smile and tell you to join your family without batting an eye. He sure loved poking me about when I'd die.

[ Oria would be super pissed off at Fakerun if he did that to Sinclair, and he can't really discount the chance of it happening either. ]

[insinning]

I've heard that one before. But if it came from Mithrun [ It would hurt. Even if it wasn't actually him. Anyway, he winds his arms loosely around Oria's shoulders, resting his forehead against Oria's back. A little huff]

He said that to you?

[dissimulative]

Yup. Stuff like finding me in a hearse one day, something about having a therapist after I presumably murdered Lenore, not wanting to do something for a kid who will be gone in a year or two...

[ He waves his hand. ]

Don't get upset on my behalf. I already beat him up.

[insinning]

[That gets Oria a slightly tighter hug from him and he huffs. Fakethrun was vicious, wasn't he? Sinclair understands a little better]

I can still be annoyed.

[ At the game, at a lot of things.]

He'll be feeling bad once the glitch is fixed.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria chuckles a little and lightly pats the back of Sinclair's hand. There, there. ]

Well, he'd feel bad if he did that to you.

[ Oria doesn't expect any apology, so that's why he went all out in their catfight. ]

[insinning]

[ Honestly ]

And not you?

[ Oria and Mithrun did have a different understanding though. He squeezes Oria again, lets go and scoots around so they're sitting side by side]

... I'm glad you're okay though.

[dissimulative]

If I let that sort of thing affect me, I wouldn't be here today.

[ Walking it off is Oria's specialty, it seems. He adjusts his position so that he can sit by Sinclair's side, but... he gives in to pain and just... slinks onto the bed instead, lying down on his side while facing Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

That's why I'm glad.

[Sinclair frowns. He can see that was from pain and he glances around the room, wondering if he could see any painkillers anywhere]

Do you have medicine you should be taking?

[He remembers what it feels like to get shot, if Oria remembers the scar on his abdomen and potentially, some of the news reports. A few days wasn't exactly enough to recover]