[Sinclair is a little more neat with his clothes. His school blazer is neatly hung up in his closet, and the tie comes off and hung up too. Better. He unpacks his bag, setting out his books on his desk before he finally sits down on the edge of Oria's bed looking down at him sympathetically as he holds out a small wrapped chocolate he had taken out of his bag. It's one of those specialty German ones Beatrice sent to him in a care package]
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Long day?