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Ah. [All the washing up. That explains it] Mm, I'll grab a cola.

[Then looking through the menu. Some pasta would be good...]

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Oh, and I think they take my visit akin to like a random health inspection. Quality checking or something.

[ The bane of all restaurants everywhere.

The waiter goes to get their drinks and Oria looks through the menu. He doesn't take very long. Underneath that calm facade, he must be panicking about Oria's visit too. ]

For appetizer, I'll get calamari. Then I want a family-pan chicken and shrimp carbonara.

[ ... ]

Yes, I'm aware it feeds 4 to 6 people. I also want a slice of black tie mousse cake.

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[Sinclair is completely unfazed as he smiles reassuringly at the waiter. Don't worry his wont be that ridiculous]

Um. Could I get cavatelli pasta with the pork ragú? Oh, and um, your seasonal gelato for dessert.

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[ The waiter nods and scurries to the kitchen. Oria watches as he grins a little. ]

I just remembered why they treat me that way. I accidentally shut down a restaurant by exposing their health concerns. I think it was that asbestos was chipping off and it was circulating through the vents or something.

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... that definitely explains it more than you eating a lot.

[ He's proud of his boyfriend though...fighting restaurants with terrible health practices ]

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Yeah. I personally don't think you should be worried about the risks of getting lung cancer when you're in a restaurant, but that might just be me.

[ The absolute cheekiness of this kid. ]

Honestly, it could be for any reason why they don't like me being here. I'm not particularly liked in a business nor political perspective.

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[Oria, please. He doesn't disagree but]

Even in a place like this?

[ It's a small, seemingly family run restaurant? Not a major chain...]

[dissimulative]

My family is kinda famous...

[ Does speaking the truth confirm it? ]

That time when I got shot... it was by a regular person who just liked gambling a lot. Funny how that ended up, because there was an actual person there to carry a hit, but this random guy just beats him to the punch.

[ It's like being angry with the Amazon CEO's kid for all the employee pains in working there. Oria doesn't think much about it, because in the end-- ]

Sometimes people don't know things, and they're mad because of the information they received. I can't help with that.

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[ Sinclair frowns a little; it's all so normal and matter of fact now. But he doesn't like it, knowing Oria would always have some sort of target on him.]

... you can't but... it'd be better if people faced these things themselves rather than jump on things they've heard.

[dissimulative]

It would be.

[ But whether they'll do it... Oria wouldn't bet on that. He's not very optimistic for the intelligence of the average human being. ]

Tell me if the paparazzi come to bother you though. Now that we basically publicly admitted that we're dating.

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Ah. [He looks surprised. He had forgotten they hadn't been together in public since...well their very first date, really] I forgot those people bothered you.

[Since Oria owned so many news stations and all. Sinclair attracted a different kind of unethical journalist]

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Yeah, because they usually don't. Not nowadays, anyway. The family has bodyguards, so they were all chased out when they heard that I was "sick".

[ Sick for two months or something. ]

But seriously. If any one of those come to you for whatever reason, let me know. I'll handle them.

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Ugh. [ Sinclair remembers the days in hospitals, the reporters sneaking around trying to get a good scoop on CCCorp. It would definitely have been worse for Oria, who was already famous to begin with. But at the reminder, Sinclair smiles and reaches over to take Oria's hand, a brief squeeze of acknowledgement]

It's hard to imagine them bothering with me, but if it happens, I will.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria thinks back to when people tried to hassle Sinclair again when his family graves were dug up. He did what he could to quell them online, but there's really only so much he can do. Technology is really making it more difficult to prevent something from spreading nowadays. ]

Good. I'll protect you.

[ Especially if it's because he's connected to himself.

Their food arrive all at once and the waiter has to put down the tray on a vacant table to place the food on the boys' table. It's a lot... ]

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[But what Oria had done had helped Sinclair feel more at ease. His cheeks colour a little and he thinks only Oria could get away with saying something like that. It's the part of Oria that's effortlessly cool. He glances at the food, then at Oria's portion and laughs, distracted from earlier]

You really were starving after roller skating.

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What do you mean? This is my normal portion!

[ Truly, family-size in America means "a portion for me alone". But no, Oria is just abnormal in this way. He really was hungry after some skating and this is a nice way to recharge. ]

You want some of mine?

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[Because Oria is almost always hungry??]

I wouldn't mind trying a bite.

[Sinclair quite literally means a bite. There's no way he can eat more than what's on his plate - the portion sizing was massive? Why? At least the gelato coming out later would be lighter...]

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[ Oria gets a small spoonful of the carbonara pasta and holds it out to Sinclair. ]

Say "ahh", dear~

[ Absolute falsetto. ]

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Ah-

[He totally forgot Oria liked to do this. He's blushing as he takes a bite of the pasta, and shoots Oria a look]

You really don't need to feed me...especially like that.

[dissimulative]

But I want to!

[ He really does, even if it's for teasing poor Sinclair. ]

When will I get a chance to otherwise?

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[Sinclair is unfortunately weak against Oria, even if it means putting up with all his teasing.]

I think you just enjoy teasing me too much in public.

[But he does take a spoonful of his own pasta to let Oria try too. Fair's fair]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria leans in and takes a bite. Mmm. ]

The food's great. Oh, do you wanna know a secret?

[ His eyes light up a little with the usual mischief. It should be very telling to Sinclair. After all, he's seen this many times. ]

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[That light definitely makes Sinclair feel a certain amount of trepidation. Does he really want to know?]

A secret? What is it?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria leans in with a hand off the side of his mouth like he's actually whispering. ]

I like teasing you regardless of location.

[ That's no secret, but it is what it is. Oria happily leans back into the chair and resumes eating his pasta. Yum. ]

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