meme for pocky /high school AU meme

[insinning]

[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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[insinning]

[The first two cups go flying off the stand, but the last three wobble but stay stubbornly put. Almost like they were designed differently from the other two]

That was so close...

[dissimulative]

[ Oria squints at the three remaining cups for a long time... ]

Another round, Mister.

[ Hmmmm. ]

[insinning]

[There's a chuckle from the stall runner as he sets up the cups again, and then hands Oria another round. Sinclair squints at the cups a little, muttering]

Are they weighted differently?

[dissimulative]

Mm.

[ That's all Oria says as he tries to remember the end result of the previous attempt.

So he tries to knock the cups out in succession again, but for the more "weighted" ones, he aims at the edge rim of the cup in hopes to make them bounce off the supporting base and get knocked over. Something something physics. ]

[insinning]

[ The cups wobble and drop off, sending the stall runner's mouth to the ground. Sinclair beams]

You did it-!

[dissimulative]

I did it!

[ Oria looks so happy about this and tries to refrain from looking too smug about it so that the stall runner is less reluctant to hand over the prize. ]

The big fox plush, please!

[insinning]

[aaaaaaaa. That's the only fox plush too? Oria is so lucky even though Sinclair is sure Oria doesn't normally like cute things]

You figured it out so quickly.

[dissimulative]

I did!

[ After receiving the plush, he puts it into Sinclair's arms. It's big, and he'll have to carry it around, but hey, at least it's cute? ]

For you.

1/2

[insinning]

[uawawawawawawa]

2/2

[insinning]

[But he hugs it, burying his face to hide how deep his blush goes. Doesn't this make it more like a date? But Oria doesn't even like him like that? Help him, how is he suppose to ignore Beatrice's words now]

Thank you...how did you know I liked this one the most?

[dissimulative]

I know that you like foxes and sparrows a lot.

[ ... ]

But also because you were staring at it for so long.

[ Like a kid at a shopping mall when they want something... ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair goes a little redder as he hugs the plushie a little harder]

...was I? [He needs to not make it obvious when he wants something] Mm...I couldn't help it. It's really cute.

[And now he has something to cuddle with in bed]

[dissimulative]

And now it's yours!

[ As long as he gets to see Sinclair happy, it's all that matters to Oria. ]

Are you gonna name it?

[insinning]

Hmm...maybe 'Rein' from 'Reinardus'?

[That was a name for a fox he recalled reading in one of his novels.

He's a little giddy, as he hugs the fox plush, repositioning it in a way he can hug it with one arm and reach for Oria's with his other]

[dissimulative]

[ Ohhh, he's so, so cute and adorable. Sinclair continues to be the exception for cute things that Oria likes. He holds Sinclair's hand. ]

Do you wanna play some games too? I'll hold Rein for you while you do.

[insinning]

Maybe not a shooting game for me, but...

[There must be other fun carnival games. Maybe something where the prize was food...

...he's gotten pretty good at hitting stuff though so]

Everything looks like fun though.

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair?? What requires him to hit stuff in this world?? Oria scans the place and his interest is caught immediately on the high striker. ]

Let's go do that one! I wanna see how we compare!

[insinning]

[ Sometimes you are a teenage boy and club activities get ridiculous. Sinclair looks over and nods]

Ah. Sure [It wouldn't hurt!!]

[dissimulative]

[ looks at his club activities with concern

Oria walks on over and goes first. He raises the hammer high and slams it down the hardest he can and... gets a 88 for his efforts. Let's say the range is 100 soft cap and 120 hard cap. Oria didn't expect to hit 100 regardless, but 88 is a respectable score! Yeah.

He holds his arms out so that he can hold Rein while Sinclair does his thing. ]

Your turn!

[insinning]

[Sinclair hands over Rein, and takes the hammer, looking a little uncertain. Hmmm. Hmmmm....

He's not sure what he's channeling, but when he swings down, it's with unexpected force, throwing his weight behind the hammer but.

Easy 100....climbing?]

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair barely hits 111, which really surprises Oria. He can't help but to stare at the counter with wide eyes and then looks at the stall owner, who stares at Sinclair with wonder. ]

Hey, have you been working out and didn't tell me??

[insinning]

...no?

[ Sinclair blinks back in turn, rubbing his hands]

It's not about strength but weight isn't it?

[ Oh, but if he thinks about it]

I do keep having to carry heavy things for people though.

[But what is the prize??]

[dissimulative]

[ ... ... ...

It was about weight? Oria feels like he should have jumped while slamming the hammer down for extra weight then. Hello?? He feels cheated!

But apparently carnival prizes have nothing but creepy ceramics and a bunch of plushies, so Sinclair wins an elongated panda pillow for breaking through the soft cap of 100. ]

Your new pillow. You're gonna get an army on your bed at this rate!

[insinning]

[Sinclair takes back Rein and laughs at the panda pillow, taking it too. He's going to have a hard time carrying these back]

I don't think I'll have room for me at this rate. Do you need an extra pillow?

[All 54 kgs of Sinclair won him this so it's good]

[dissimulative]

Maybe not a panda-looking one. That suits you much better.

[ Oria laughs. It's only two items, but it looks so overwhelming on Sinclair due to their size... ]

Here, I'll hold one.