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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[dissimulative]

"Miss out", huh?

[ He's not sure what this is supposed to imply. He didn't think Sinclair would have been possessive at all, so hearing that almost made Oria second guess what he heard. ]

On me being cozy? I'm sure they got other people to do that with.

[insinning]

Mmm, probably.

[It's a slip of the tongue; something about the candle making him thoughtless. Or maybe it's the cozy atmosphere. But there's a part of him that's relieved that only he gets to see this side of Oria. Sinclair hums in something like agreement, as he carefully sets the towel down. LOria's hair is now much dryer than before, smooth to the touch.]

All done.

[dissimulative]

Thanks.

[ He really means it this time, mostly because— ]

You really helped me a lot today. I'm so glad you're here with me.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair's expression softens and he smiles at Oria in turn. When he sits, it's just a bit closer to Oria. He wants to be near]

Of course. Always. [ He bites back his next few words; that Oria is one of the most important people in the world to him and he'd always come running. That they're friends because while Sinclair would do a lot for his friends, these small things were for Oria alone.

That

...

It's just the candle]

[dissimulative]

So, what are you gonna do? It feels like a waste to just go to sleep already.

[ It's not quite bedtime yet... definitely dinner time though. Oria takes another sip of the hot chocolate. ]

[insinning]

Mm...We should eat, but...

[With the power out, there was nothing warm to eat. He'd normally read in this weather...]

[dissimulative]

Nothing to cook, huh? That's fine!

[ Oria goes on over to kneel and drags something out from under his own bed. Ta-da! Snacks. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair blinks and peers]

You sure have a lot still stashed away...

[Not even surprised]

[dissimulative]

Yup! Take your pick.

[ There are pringles, bbq chips, pop tarts, candy, whatever else. Oria himself takes a bag of veggie sticks, that aren't actual vegetables. It's just potato chips in stick form. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair will grab the pop tarts]

Oh yeah, what did you go to the shops for anyway?

[He hadn't looked in the bag]

[dissimulative]

I went there to pick up something.

[ He bought new headphones too, but that's more of a byproduct. Either way, he finally takes the product out of the plastic bag, it having been untouched by rain because of Sinclair's efforts. ]

It's the new book you wanted. It's too bad you can't read it now, but you can later!

[insinning]

[Oh! Oh! Sinclair's eyes light up and he takes the book, but gives Oria a hug, unable to help himself anymore. Oria always knows what he wants somehow]

You really are the best. I was looking for that one...thanks.

[dissimulative]

I had it on reserve!

[ He basically pre-ordered a book for Sinclair. Yeah.

But oh. Hug. There's a short pause before Oria returns it and gently pats his back. ]

And now you can read some more when you're able.

[insinning]

Mm. Hopefully I can get some reading time this weekend.

[Sinclair lets go, embarrassed but takes the book to put away for later. No getting crumbs or anything. The candle burns lower, and Sinclair thinks--maybe he should get out another candle just in case. Many candles? He bets he can read then]

...I wonder how many candles I need to read. [He wont. Probably.]

[dissimulative]

If you start reading books with candlelight, you'll probably get eye strain.

[ Then he might have to get glasses like Oria, but the guy is already technically near blind, so. ]

But we can light some more so that the room is a little brighter as a whole.

[insinning]

Ugh, you're probably right. I used to get told off for reading under the covers with a flashlight. [There's a faint pang at the memory, an odd sense of yearning loss that comes every now and then. He digs through his cupboard and pulls out a few more candles - the kind in a glass jar so they didn't have to worry about the wax melting on their table]

It is too dark with one candle. We're going to stub our toes on something at this rate.

[The others are smaller, so Sinclair lights them all, adding a faint vanilla scent into the mix]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria has good spatial memory of where everything is, so that's how he navigated inside the bathroom well in the dark. He needs to really try because his eyesight is in the shitters without his glasses anyway.

Oria's nose wrinkles after more candles have been lit. ]

... Are all these scented? Differently?

[insinning]

These all came from the same box, but it should be the same...[He picks up the box to squint at the writing in the dark]

Oh, these ones are vanilla.

[dissimulative]

I thought so. It has a pretty strong scent...

[ Hm. ]

But you don't have anything else, right? I guess it'll be fine if we open the door or something.

[insinning]

No. Those were the only ones I had. [Sinclair glances over in concern] We can do that. Or open the window a bit. The rain and wind wont reach us from here. [ especially if they open just enough to let the scent diffuse a little]

[dissimulative]

You sure? The rain is like... splattering everywhere.

[ Though Sinclair is mostly right. He sees several droplets of water on their window and that's about it. He feels a headache coming in already, but he'll be fine. Probably. Oria sits on his own bed with his snacks, trying to ignore the smell. ]

[insinning]

Yeah. I'll put a towel down just in case. [He puts out the original candle, only because that should lower the different scents and move the others around so the area is lit enough. Then he opens the window just a little, adding a towel over the desks so if the rain did come in, it wouldn't get too damp. It is a bit cold though and Sinclair retreats to his cupboard to put on a fluffy hoodie]

Let me know if it gets too much and I'll put it out.

[dissimulative]

Alright.

[ Oria looks past the window. The storm is still raging on, which means power probably won't be working anytime soon...

But it does get a little chilly, so Oria follows Sinclair, sitting wherever he does. If he puts out more candles, then that's less warmth. It somehow makes sense in his fuzzy brain right now. ]

Cold again...

[ He's too lazy to get his own hoodie. ]

[insinning]

A little. But at least we're inside.

[Sinclair sits back down on his bed, leaving more than enough room for Oria. He reaches out to take Oria's hand.]

Warmer?

[dissimulative]

No.

[ The scent of vanilla is so strong that his headache has already settled in and he's started to give less fucks already. It hasn't even been ten minutes.

So he hugs Sinclair from the side, nuzzling into his warm hoodie. ]