irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[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]

[dissimulative]

I do, but I need to watch the dosage. I'll just have to endure it until I can take it again.

[ Truthfully, Oria just tried to keep himself sitting up so that Sinclair could be more comfortable, and this is the price he's paying now--pain that exceeds his painkiller thresholds. ]

[insinning]

[ He frowns and leans over to brush Oria's hair back gently. There]

You were pushing yourself.

[If there's room Sinclair will lay down with Oria so he doesn't have to look up at Sinclair anymore. It's fine!!]

[dissimulative]

[ It is a king sized bed, so there's definitely room. ]

Only for you~

[ It's definitely a lot nicer now that Sinclair is also on the bed like this. ]

I never thought I'd have you here on my bed.

[insinning]

[Then even if there's room, Sinclair will still scoot closer so they're almost touching. He hums a little in thought, as he rests his hand gently over Oria's cheek. Warm]

Mm? You weren't going to invite me over if you didn't get shot?

[implications are at the back of Sinclair's mind, but he's ignoring them now. Oria is injured :T]

[dissimulative]

You know, I never personally invited anyone to my house before.

[ Oria and his seven million exes and he never invited a single one into his house. Incredible. ]

Security and all that, but...

[ He closes his eyes when Sinclair's hand is on his cheek. It sure is warm. Maybe a little too warm, but not fever-like. ]

... I decided that it's fine if it's you.

[insinning]

Oh.

[It means a lot. He hadn't been oblivious to the odd movements, the security measures beyond even what his own company had.

Sinclair leans forward, bumping their foreheads together. Oria is definitely a little too warm. But that's okay. He wants to keep him close.]

...thank you. [For believing in him] The game is fun and all, but in the end I still think I much rather be here. [By Oria's side, in reality where possible]

[dissimulative]

On my bed?

[ Oria laughs a little. He's joking, of course. Sure. ]

I like it when you're here next to me too. And something like this...

[ He reaches out for Sinclair's free hand to lace his fingers with his, and brings it up to his mouth to kiss the back of Sinclair's hand. ]

... is something that I'll treasure, because it's in reality.

[insinning]

[Oria, please.

His cheeks grow hot for that kiss to his hand. Trust Oria to pull something like that despite being dazed by pain and pain meds.]

...yeah.

[He presses a kiss to Oria's forehead in turn]

I know it'll be harder, later. [When the beta has ended, when Oria is in university, when Sinclair gets caught up in tasks that might take weeks instead of days but] But I still want to be with you, every chance I can get.