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[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

There is nsfw in here. Shhh.

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[insinning]

[U-Urk. This time when he feeds Oria, he'll make sure to get a bit of chocolate icing on his face. Hah]

Do I?

[dissimulative]

You can't answer that yourself?

[ Oria keeps smiling even with the icing on his face. He could just get a napkin and do the whole manners shtick, but Oria is here on a date, not a meeting. So he wipes the icing off his own face with a thumb and licks it off.

And he watches Sinclair the entire time. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair's gaze flickers a little as he rests his cheek against the palm of his hand. He really can't avoid Oria's gaze at all. And for that, Oria gets another forkful of chocolate cake]

Mm...I can. [He just wants to pout] I don't mind. But I feel like I should say it anyway, so you know.

[dissimulative]

[ Nom. The cake goes into Oria's stomach. ]

You don't seem to mind a lot of things, actually. You never really outright said no to them.

[insinning]

[THINKING ABOUT THIS A LITTLE SERIOUSLY.]

I guess if I actually minded, I would have said something. [ He's not that much of a pushover. And he knows Oria listens well] It's you, so it feels nice, even if I also feel like I should be embarrassed.

[Modesty is a hard thing to unlearn?]

[dissimulative]

That kiss with Hani basically changed your life, huh?

[ He thought Sinclair would have been a little more uptight about it, but no... he can see traces of Sinclair becoming a kissing fiend. ]

[insinning]

W-Wh-What does that have to do with anything?

[Flustering a little and nearly spilling his soda. Aaaaaaaaa]

[dissimulative]

Because when that topic comes up, it completely fits in with what we're talking about now...?

[ Sinclair?? Please. ]

Also because I thought you would have been stingy about kisses, but you're like a little puppy that wants more.

[insinning]

[Just covering his face now]

Do you have to describe me like that?

[He's so embarrassed now he could sink into the floor and die. Too bad he can't just log off in real life]

1/2

[dissimulative]

It's cute, and it makes me want to tease you a lot more.

[ He says with genuine fondness in his voice. ]

I mean, if you really want me to, I can call you something else...

2/3

[dissimulative]

[ Then he shifts to his flirting mode because of course he does. ]

Hey, handsome. You come here often? Let me buy you a drink—

[dissimulative]

[ Oria can't take it seriously so he just laughs. ]

[insinning]

No.

[Sinclair looks down at the chocolate cake on the plate. Stabs the strawberry. And shoves it against Oria's mouth to get him to stop]

I'm pretty sure that's the worst thing you've come up with. We don't even drink. [Or rather, Oria doesn't drink and Sinclair is a lightweight

also Oria is just an S and this is bad for Sinclair's health maybe]

[dissimulative]

[ It's a pity that the strawberry doesn't even get a chance to hold Oria back for more than three seconds, because that also goes down the hatch just as quickly. Yummy. ]

You're right. I'll just call for your name.

[insinning]

[How. He's going to have to work on this.]

I'd prefer that, yes.

[it's nice to be called 'Emil'.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh, Sinclair. So sweet. So pure. Oria won't elaborate on what he meant, and he feeds Sinclair the last piece of the chocolate cake. ]

Yup!

[ Though, hmmm. ]

Hey, your... coworkers. They won't be stalking us, right?

[insinning]

[ If he keeps accepting this, he'll just have to get used to it. Nom. ]

Um...I want to say no, but it also depends on if they're bored or not.

[He had gone through so much teasing he's almost immune to Rodya's teasing now. Almost]

And it really would just be three of them who might think about it...

[ Gregor might have his heart in the right place? But Rodya and Don...]

[dissimulative]

[ He looks over at Sinclair's food. Oria hasn't quite finished his own yet, but he lowers his voice to a whisper. ]

Wanna ditch them? Just in case.

[insinning]

[He blinks, then ducks his head to hide a smile. His food is mostly finished, anything leftover being anything Sinclair's bird-like appetite can't finish anyway. Matching Oria's whisper]

Yeah. Just in case.

[It would serve them right anyway]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria grins and then finishes the rest of his food and coffee. Delicious. ]

Want yours to go for later?

[insinning]

Hmm... it's fine. I can't really finish it.

[ Less than quarter of his burger left, and most of the chocolate cake has been demolished anyway. It's fine. Walking it off will help]

[dissimulative]

[ Well then, don't mind if Oria finishes them off for Sinclair. After that, he pays for the meal and then runs out with Sinclair, hand in hand, get into a taxi and they zooooom elsewhere.

Their date is pretty fun! They have fun in a silly escape room (up to you on how it goes), a hot air balloon ride, and the Bellevue Botanical Gardens. Oria always tells his chaperone where he goes so that he doesn't freak out when he can't find Oria in the previous location.

Then they're going on a sleepover! Oria books a specialty hotel where each room is really more like a hangout spot than a hotel room, really. There are video game consoles, flat screen TV, a slide from the top bunk to get to the floor, a billiard table, a kitchenette, bathroom, and all that. No alcohol, but there's fruit juice. The available beds are top bunk, bottom bunk, and a king sized bed.

And when Oria comes back from getting his snacks and chatting with Sinclair over email, he expects to be hit with a pillow the moment the door opens. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair swears he sees Don's head around the corner as they zoom out the restaurant but you know what - they all deserve to be left behind.

The date is fun ofc - it's also a lot but Sinclair had expected that from Oria so he's not too surprised. Maybe he can get used to Oria spoiling him? Who knows.

(It's Oria and Sinclair, how could the escape room be anything but a win.)

That said as soon as he gets the door open for Oria, he keeps his promise. A pillow to the face goes zooming from across the room. Hah.]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria expects it, but he also willingly gets hit in the face in an angle that doesn't push his glasses in too much, so he sets the snacks on the floor and off to the side before grabbing the thrown pillow and attempting to jump Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair gives a tiny laughing yelp, backing up and picking up another pillow to smack Oria with]

--your snacks!