Emil Sinclair 🐣 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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dappledleaves2023-11-11 01:06 pm
insinning) wrote in dappledleaves2023-11-11 01:06 pm
meme for pocky /high school AU meme
[1.This is sure a thing, don't question the time-loop continuum and go with it]
[2. Now with a high school AU]
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Either way, Oria swings the door to Sinclair's room widely! With excitement!! Guess who got 10 boxes of various pocky?! This guy. ]
Emil! Think fast!
[ He throws a green tea flavor box at him. ]
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[ Squeak! Sinclair fumbles with the box but manages to catch it. Luckily he had yet to pick up a book but]
What's this?
[ Turning the box over. Oh--]
Pocky?
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[ They can sit on the bigger beanbag chair that can hold both of them at the same time. Oria drags him there. ]
What's your favorite flavor? I got like, nine more aside from green tea.
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[ He has so many questions here, and he doesn't even know where to begin. He'll follow willingly enough]
What's pocky day?
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November 11! They all look like vertical lines like pocky, hence pocky day. I figure it's because it has the most 1s in it.
And on pocky day, you have the play the pocky game~
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And what's the pocky game?
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You put a stick of pocky in your mouth and the other person is on the other end of the stick. First one to reach the center of the stick wins. If you break it off too early, you lose. It's like a game of chicken, and since we don't mind kissing each other, the first one to break the kiss loses! How about that?
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HIGH SCHOOL AU
Oria Severine has always been cycling through dates, but the only reason why he isn't labelled as easy is because of his sheer anount of self-respect and self-esteem. Also because he'll beat people up if they call him that.
But that's one of the reasons why Sinclair will get a text during whichever class he's in. Oria is probably in IB Calculus or something. Basically where all the smart kids go to earn college credits. ]
my schedule is suddenly free
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He is trying to pay attention but he takes a tiny peek at his phone.
uh
Glancing up. The teacher has his back turned so]
what happened?
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>:(
i guess the illusion wasnt enough for them
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i'm sorry
[ People here sure didn't understand Oria at all.
but usually when people get dumped, hmmm]
ice cream run then?
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LETS GO AFTER CLASSES
itll still be open by then!!
unless you wanted to go somewhere for it
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i was just thinking of picking up a few at the convenience store but that sounds way bettesssssa
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my tag never went through cries
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20 minutes later...
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HS AU p2
Sinclair receives a text from Oria, asking him if he can come pick him up with an umbrella at the closest bus stop, since that's where he's taking shelter from the rain. The rain renders everything white from how heavy the downpour is. Flash flooding is definitely happening, but only in drops of elevation.
Even under the bus stop, Oria is still soaked from head to toe. It's a terrible day to wear white, it seems. Luckily, what he bought miraculously remains dry, but it's only a matter of time. ]
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He's instantly hit by a wave of rain by the buffeting wind and yelps, pulling his hood down lower and lowering the umbrella as he pushes against the wind and rain. Good thing he grabbed his jacket too. He makes for a light jog to the bus stop in question, his boots keeping him from sliding all the way across campus. It's a pretty precarious journey though and his pants are still soaked by the time he reaches the bus stop]
Oria--
[Sinclair has to shout to be heard over the rain as he closes the distance, ducking under the shelter too ]
I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long.
[ He studies Oria in worry, noting how soaked he was. Ah...Oria was in white...]
Geez, you got soaked badly.
[He'll do his best to help Oria by reaching out to cover his hands to keep him warm]
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Thanks for coming, Emil. I didn't wait too long. I can't wait to take a shower...
[ His hands are a bit cold, which really must be because of the weather. The bought things are inside a plastic bag in which Oria did his best to completely seal it from the rain. ]
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[ Sinclair offers Oria his handkerchief to dry his glasses and face at least while he reaches for the bag. He's doing a very good job keeping his eyes focused on Oria's face.]
Here, I can hide that under my jacket at least.
[ It's not completely rainproof, but it'll do the job]
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[ Sinclair can take the plastic bag as Oria brushes his wet hair back so that he can actually see. There's no point in styling it now that it's soaked. ]
Let's start heading back.
[ Oria usually doesn't get sick, but when he does, he gets extremely sick. The rarity alone doesn't have Oria much concerned about his health for staying out in the rain for too long.
But then he sneezes. ]
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...yeah. Before you get sick.
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HS AU pt3
Unfortunately, Oria will have a business thing to attend, so he might be out for a day or three. He completes all the coursework beforehand and tells Sinclair to text him if he needs him for any reason and that he'll try to respond ASAP.
It just so happens that for the first class of the day, there had been rumors about a transfer student. Now, this wouldn't normally be such an uproar, but there's something about him that seems... special.
And Sinclair will see that for himself during Physics class, in which there's a male student in front of the class, and the teacher introduces him as "Satria Evelyn" and that he'll be sitting next to Sinclair in terms of seating arrangements. Sinclair has also been tasked to show him around the campus during lunch time, because some teachers think this is a good way for Sinclair to not be as shy.
The male student resembles Oria Severine down to the black hair and facial structure, but his hair is styled differently and he lacks the glasses, only for his eyes to be a vermilion color instead of the electric blue. Inside his long sleeves are bandages wrapped around his wrists, arms, and a part of his hands. He doesn't say anything and carries the extremely unfriendly vibes. Any direction he looks towards seems like a glare with a perpetual scowl. He doesn't speak a word during class, only following instructions and doing things that students normally do in class: take notes and do their coursework.
It's lunchtime and Satria is at the supposed meeting point, finishing a tuna sandwich by the time Sinclair gets to him. ]
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Um. Satria, right? I'm Emil Sinclair...the teachers asked me to show you around.
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Why the hell is "The Lost Prince" going to be showing me around? If you're known for being lost so much, the teachers here must be idiots for choosing you as a guide.
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...ah. That's not really what that nick name is about. People at this school are just strange.
[Keep smiling Sinclair. Don't get rattled by another teenager. Even if it's a teenager that has a creepy resemblance Oria. Everything about this is...offpputting]
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[ That's not what Sinclair said, but okay. He clicks his tongue and looks at Sinclair with the perpetual glare stuck on his face. ]
Get a move on. Let's get this over with.
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Um, this way then. I'll show you to the faculty offices first.
[Since they're closer...
Still. He can't get the almost identical resemblance to Oria out of his head]
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