THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[ Oria takes small sips. Fragment really turned him into a tea guy, but he hasn't been drinking tea while at home. His heritage has done nothing for him in this regard. ]

Wow, it tastes just like I remember it. How long did it take you to find this?

[insinning]

I'm not sure. I found a coffee shop that did something similar though, then I started looking at recipes from there.

[And after that, it was just a matter of trial and error. He had wanted to show Oria for awhile now. He sips at his own tea, glad he got the milk frothy without any machines]

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You're so diligent...

[ It's very endearing and admirable. Oria gives Sinclair a small kiss on the cheek. ]

You must have worked a lot to get this to work. Sure, the flavor existed, but that must have been a lot of experimenting.

[insinning]

[Sinclair hides a blush behind his mug]

Mmm...it was a bit. But I did just want to try making something else for you too.

[Oria wasn't picky, but aside from bitter things that Sinclair didn't particularly like himself either, it was hard figuring out what he could make that Oria could appreciate too. And this tea was suppose to help with feeling calmer...]

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[ He wonders when Sinclair had the time to do this. Sure, they had months, but it's also really sweet for Sinclair to do this for him. It moves him greatly--so much that Oria puts the mug down on the table and hugs him tightly, also being careful so that he won't knock Sinclair's mug over. ]

I love you so, so much. Thanks, Emil. I really appreciate you doing this with me in mind.

[insinning]

[Ah. Sinclair leans his head against Oria, nuzzling him in turn, since his hands are full and melts into the hug]

I'm glad you like it.

[It had been hours at night, with far too many packets of different herbal teas, milks, and spices honestly...but he figured it out eventually]

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I really do.

[ Oria has always felt "special", but this was the only sort of "special" that he liked feeling. With Sinclair's nuzzling, it's as if hearts fly out of Oria's existence. Ahhh, he really loves him so much. ]

I should eat the potato dumplings before they cool... but I don't wanna let go.

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[Sinclair manages to set down his mug without spilling anything before he turns and hugs Oria in turn. Better]

Mm. I do like your hugs a lot...

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You wanna know what I think? I think you should feed me one while we hug.

[ They can slowly waddle over to the plate like it's some dance that has them pressed way too close together. ]

[insinning]

I guess I should encourage you to eat while the food is still warm...

[Waddle like huddling penguins, even though it's not cold at all. He just really likes hugging Oria. This is why Oria needs an oversized armchair. They can sit together, and he can still feed him. Once they're back in reach of the dumplings, Sinclair will pick one up with a fork and hold it to Oria's mouth. ]

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Ahhh.

[ Nom. Down the hatch it goes. ]

I wanna eat these every day~

[ He's totally not proposing in his lover's embrace or anything. ]

[insinning]

Mm, I'd like making it for you every day...but wouldn't you get sick of it eventually?

[Sinclair brightens, waiting for Oria to finish before he spoonfeeds him another one. He's glad these are simple enough...

Marriage proposal and acceptance? What marriage proposal and acceptance]

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Not if you make them~

[ Oria gobbles them up like Pac-Man, but he takes time to savor these too. ]

That said, I really hope that one day... we can live together.

[insinning]

[Sinclair nearly startles in surprise...but his smile is glowing as he takes his time feeding Oria. His cheeks are so red, but he doesn't care about hiding it]

Me too. I'd really like that.

[He'll wrap his arms around Oria firmly again for another hug]

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You know, I think Winter had some idea that we'd be living together. And that he'd live in our attic.

[ He knows Ganymede won't have that, but it's so funny to imagine.

Because it's a lot more fun than the alternative of when can Sinclair be free of his job? Would they still be alive by then? Oria shuns these thoughts when Sinclair hugs him tight again. ]

But I shouldn't forget the entire reason why I called you here in the first place... but I still wanna hug.

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He'd definitely deserve a better room than the attic. Those get stupidly hot...he'd melt.

[Just putting that out there even though it is funny to imagine, and he can't imagine Michel being happy without a lot of space...

He snuggles into Oria's embrace firmly. His job...would take him many places. But sometimes he wonders if he really needs to stay that close to do what he needs to do]

Mmm...I don't want to let go either. We can get it out of our system first.

[Lies]

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Well, then we should!

[ Oria hugs Sinclair tightly, raises him off the ground and spins in place before setting him back down. His legs seem a lot better all of a sudden. ]

[insinning]

H-Hey--

[Sinclair yelps laughingly, clinging to Oria's shoulders as he gets spun around. It's good to see Oria is a lot stronger now, but]

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[ Whew. Oria is almost wheezing at what he just did, but he'll be fine. ]

That was fun!

[ Though he vaguely wonders if Sinclair can do it too, but he wouldn't want to aggravate anything.

... and so the patient thought. ]

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Geez...

[He laughs and hugs Oria a little more]

I don't know where you find the energy...

[Hm. He wonders if he can pick Oria up though...but not now]

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I'm always full of energy!

[ Or, well, he tries to. He opens his mouth. Feed him some more. ]

[insinning]

[Another dumpling for Oria it is!]

Mm. It really must be all the food.

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[ He eats the dumpling with that energy, excitedly eating. The taste is familiar and hugging Sinclair all the while makes him link the two so closely even physically instead of just mentally. ]

Eating good food gives you good energy! The potato dumplings you make are so homely. I like it a lot.

[ There's a certain comfort that he feels that he can only describe as "homely" to people who would understand the feeling, because Oria himself... does not.

But he finally lets go of Sinclair after one more squeeze hug and goes to pull something out of the bedside table drawer. It must be small, since he can hide it behind his back easily. ]

Guess what I got~?

[insinning]

[ Sinclair does understand that feeling and it makes him happy. It's that warm feeling he wants to achieve.

He blinks at Oria's excitement and. Oh. Ohh!!!]

Is that the earrings...?

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Ding ding ding! You're right!

[ Oria brings out a small velvet box that resembles a ring box, even with the square shape. But instead of teasing Sinclair with the idea of marriage, he simply puts the small box in Sinclair's pal. and makes him curl the fingers around it. ]

I think they came out really well.

[ When Sinclair opens it, he will see the earring was made in the design's exact image. The jewelry's shine matches the aesthetician values well, and the star pieces look as if they really twinkle, even under lighting. ]