THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[dissimulative]

It's endearing, but also a little worrying.

[ But he figures Sinclair knows what to do. He kicks the feet in the water a bit to test his own legs. ]

Though that means less from a person who always eats a lot, huh?

[insinning]

[Sinclair shakes his head, reaching for Oria's hand and squeezing gently]

No, it means a lot.

[ Maybe if he tries to eat more, he'll get taller???]

[dissimulative]

[ Maybe he will... ]

You sure?

[ Oria laughs a little and squeezes his hand in return. ]

I think it would be nice to see a taller Emil one day.

[insinning]

You think if I eat more I'd get taller?

[Sounds fake but he feels hopeful all the same]

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ Hold out on your hopes, Sinclair. ]

At the very least, you'll have more energy to do things.

[insinning]

[ Just five more centimetres. That's all he's asking...]

Aah... you're probably right.

[dissimulative]

... Though you shouldn't force yourself. If anything, my house will ensure you get good food while you stay. Not in a uselessly rich sort of way, but good for your health while tasting great.

[ Oria can eat vegetables en masse if he really wants to, but the bitterness will have it to be a short-term thing. ]

[insinning]

[He laughs, trying to imagine himself eating as much as Oria...that's impossible]

There's no way I could compete with your appetite, but I did get told off by the doctors for my eating habits, so there's probably something to it. [Life on the road tbh...]

[dissimulative]

Should I hire a dietician for you while you're here?

[ It's Sinclair's choice, but it's here if he wants it... he should take advantage of things while he still can. ]

[insinning]

[Aah]

No, it's fine. I'm sure it's just a matter of...figuring it out. [He doesn't want to eat more bitter things :T]

[dissimulative]

[ He wants to say that Sinclair can figure it out sooner... and for free. But he made the decision, so Oria won't try to shove him back into it. ]

If you say so!

[ Oria smiles and leans back so that he looks back at his house upside down. ]

So, what do you like about my house? Infinite guestrooms? Basement bowling alley? My room being isolated? Knowing that you'll be safe even if you don't see the guards?

[insinning]

[Oria, please...Sinclair sinks a little more into the pool]

Huh? Oh, um. Honestly your entire house is still incredible to me but...I just like being here with you?

[dissimulative]

Because "the home is where the heart is", or something?

[ He sits straight up and gives Sinclair a small kiss on the cheek. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair flushes a little but nods with a smile]

Mm. Because of that.

[dissimulative]

[ This is incredibly sappy, but Oria finds himself a little moved by it. ]

I love you so much...

[ He squeezes his hand. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair's smile brightens further, and he leans up to kiss Oria's cheek and squeeze his hand in turn]

I love you too.

[And he's so, so thankful Oria is here with him still. He presses closer, sighing softly in contentment ]

Are there are other exercises you need to do out here?

[dissimulative]

No, I'm just here to get used to moving my legs freely without gravity messing with it too much.

[ Which is already telling about his status. If his legs are in trouble, yet the doctor said that Oria should have been largely fine post-shock, then perhaps a part of it is a mental issue.

He leans on Sinclair, quietly breathing out as he relaxes. ]

I had this dream. Can't remember much of it, but it was full of connected apartment complexes in the strangest way. Nothing made sense structure-wise, but it was a really fun place to do parkour stuff. I could easily jump from place to place, and the view of the descending land was amazing.

[ ... ]

I got fined for it at the end, but still. I can't believe my dreams are so out of this world, yet so realistic.

[ He almost snorts. ]

[insinning]

[ It's worrying. But Sinclair doesn't do anything other than press closer, resting his head against Oria's shoulder as they kick the water slowly]

...it's a shame the realistic part had to intrude like that. [He exhales softly with a soft laugh] Is there a place around here you normally like to do parkour?

[dissimulative]

Hm, I usually skate over to San Francisco, since it's the closest urban-like environment here that isn't just houses and standalone company buildings.

[ Lots of city area to explore. It's always been fun, but there seems to be a certain wistfulness in the way his expression carries itself, especially as Oria looks ahead beyond the pool. Needless to say, he misses doing that a lot.

He won't be able to, now that he'll be entering university very soon and after attending his father's funeral after being released from the hospital, the reality that sunk in only pressed its burden onto his shoulders more. The funeral was extremely small, only open to the immediate family. Of course, his father had a will. The entire family does. The business is currently in Oria's mother's possession, but the situation of acquiring the business is still the same. That's the way it's always been. That's what Oria always fought for, sunk his nails into the position that he's worked all life to obtain.

The thoughts make him breathe out shakily, but quiet. Of course, Sinclair would be able to hear it--he's right next to him. Oria's thoughts wander. It's never "what do I do now", but rather "when will I ever be done". ]

Cramped cities are the best to do it in, but I have to pick a good spot. Otherwise, I'd be running into people all the time.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair hears that note in Oria's voice, that shaky exhale of exhaustion. He bites his lip and hugs Oria's arm a little, since they're already pressed close together,
shoulder to thigh.

He knows how much Oria is carrying. He twines their fingers together]

Mm. I can't imagine most people would be happy to have a teenager drop down on them from the sky.

[ a pause, thinking]

...I know this abandoned factory complex with a lot of old heavy machinery and structures that have been left behind. I used to get dragged there to get training. I'd have to run from paintball guns and people.

[Train reflexes and things. Thinking back...he collected so many bruises]

It was an interesting place now that I think about it. It's probably good for parkour too.

[dissimulative]

... That sounds like a secret training place.

[ Oria laughs a little, tightening the hold on his hand, enjoying their laced fingers. ]

That said, it sounds like the perfect place to play manhunt.

[insinning]

[Sinclair grins, rubbing his thumb over the back of Oria's hand]

When you're feeling up for it, do you want to go? It's actually here in California.

[dissimulative]

Is it? I don't want to feel like intruding in a place where you guys do that sort of thing.

[ It definitely feels like intrusion to Oria. Moreover... ]

I can't even do the thing I wanna do when I get there anyway. An abandoned warehouse-like place... what a dream.

[insinning]

What you want to do?

[Sinclair shakes his head]

It's fine. It's for training, but kind of a place we get dropped off in whenever they think we're slacking off. Some of the structures are pretty tall too.

[If you took control if it, sniping was possible...]

[dissimulative]

If it's really a good of a place as you say it is, then I'd wanna try parkour around it.

[ ... ]

Also, Manhunt is boring with only two people.