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]

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. ]

[insinning]

[Aaaaaaa? Oria is...nuzzling him? Sinclair flushes, and he reaches up with one hand to pet Oria's hair gently]

No?

[dissimulative]

No...

[ Oria takes his glasses off, tossing them on the other bed, and then buries his face into the hoodie sweater. ]

Still cold.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair swallows a little and he turns into the hug so he can wrap his arms around Oria properly, even if it means Oria's now going to nuzzle into his neck.]

Even now?

[Be still his heart; Oria's just doing this because he's grumpy]

[dissimulative]

Mm... it's warmer now.

[ Oria's face is now buried into Sinclair's neck as he breathes out a content sigh. ]

Warmer...

[insinning]

[Sinclair's pulse quickens a little and his cheeks turn a brighter red as Oria's breath ghosts over his skin. But he'll squeeze Oria gently in turn]

Take all the warmth you need.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria feels like Sinclair just got warmer, since he's basically burying his face into the crook of his neck... ]

Are you getting sick?

[ He has a legitimate reason to ask, okay. ]

[insinning]

I'm not. [Oria, please. He'll rub his hand soothingly over Oria's back] Are you?

[dissimulative]

Maybe you're just naturally warm then...

[ Oria breathes into the fabric. Warm!! He says, muffled: ]

I dunno.

[insinning]

Maybe. You do run a bit cooler than most...

[Sinclair hums softly in acknowledgement, his heart beat slowly easing into something more steady as he nuzzles at Oria's hair in turn, a little carefully. He smells nice...]

Maybe you should rest early, just in case.

[dissimulative]

But then I'll be cold...

[ aka he doesn't want to let go of Sinclair right now. Let him latch onto him like a koala! Be clingy! For once!!! In fact, he hugs Sinclair tighter. ]

[insinning]

Oh. [Sinclair blushes again and he hugs Oria in turn. This is a nicer hug than before...] Do you want to stay on my bed then?

[It's not weird. They haven't shared a bed since they were kids but. Let him cope]

[dissimulative]

Mm.

[ His head continues to feel fuzzy. He probably shouldn't be doing this and he wonders if this is what it's like being drunk--being somewhat self-aware but continuing to make horrible decisions. ]

Only if you're in it...

[insinning]

[He nuzzles a little at Oria's temple, willing himself not to blush all over again. He's very much overwhelmed now]

Okay. I'll stay put for you.

[Luckily for both of them, Sinclair's fox plush has a home on top of his dresser, and the long panda has a home on his seat. So there's plenty of room on his bed now]