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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. ]

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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. ]

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[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~?

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[ 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. ]

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[Even though it's his design, he wasn't expecting it to turn out this well. His eyes widen and he stares at it. It really was theirs]

Ah. It looks incredible...should I put it on now...?

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If you want! You can use the vanity in the bathroom.

[ The connected bathroom over yonder to this bedroom. Oria can't wear his right now for obvious reasons, but he can't wait to see it on Sinclair. The excitement is genuine as he grins. ]

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[Sinclair brightens and he hurries over. He undoes his own earrings and puts in the new one, carefully adjusting it so it sits snugly against his ear, the constellation curling up. Then he returns to Oria, a little flushed but pleased]

Does it look right on me?

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[ When Sinclair returns, Oria practically beams. It suits him a lot more than he thought it would. Not to mention the other stud earring on the other ear feels like an additional star. ]

It's as if it was made to be there.

[ Which, yeah. It was. But also— ]

It looks great! It stands out but blends in at the same time. I think you'll see what I mean if you see it on me.

[ Not now, but. Yeah. ]

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[Sinclair grins back, and draws Oria into a hug again. He reaches up to trace the shell of Oria's ear, considering]

Mm. I can't wait to see it on you too.

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[ The clip-ons that resemble real piercings were always there, even when Sinclair saw Oria before Fragment. He never really took these off, unless the hospital demanded it while he was knocked out. Oria even had something like them in Fragment too, but as actual piercings. ]

Hehe, that tickles...

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Does it?

[Sinclair's expression brightens a little with mischief and curiosity. He rubs the shell of Oria's ear between his finger and thumb just a little more before he lets go, snuggling back into Oria's arms]

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[ Oria laughs a little and pulls Sinclair tightly in the hug in return, making them plop onto the bed. Stop that!! He even fidgeted a bit from how ticklish it felt. ]

It suits you more than I expected.

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I'm glad...[He laughs and drags Oria down with him. He'll be good and not make Oria fidget anymore but] I did worry it wouldn't suit me at all.

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Why not? Do you think it stands out too much? I think it suits you, especially if you wear darker colors.

[ Unless Sinclair wanted to be a real yellow blob... ]

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[ A lot of Sinclair's clothes now are pretty dark, but it wasn't on purpose]

Mm...no, it doesn't stand out too much. It's different but I like it.

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Good.

[ Though to Oria, it will always stand out. He will always look for it now, consciously or not. ]

Hey, Emil. When you were younger... [ and probably more full of hope ] ... what did you actually want to be?

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Hm? [He has to think about that for a moment] Mmm...when I was really young, I wanted to be an astronaut because of some stories I read. [It's a funny memory] But if I really think about it, I wanted to be a writer.

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[ Oria thinks about the time when Sinclair told him about the story that he wrote with Mithrun. ]

Did you ever get to publish the story you made in Fragment? You don't have to publish it for a wide audience if you want, but to have your own physical copy would be really nice.

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[ Sinclair flusters a little at the thought]

Well...I did make a hand-made version before we got stuck in Fragment for Mithrun.

[ He fidgets a little]

That was with a sketchbook though.

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You can publish it as it is. No fixes from the editors or whatever as long as it's published for yourselves and a few others. I'd like a copy once you do. And you should make more when you can. I wanna see them all.

[ Oria realizes... it really is different when it's Sinclair. He would normally not have an interest in books otherwise, but to see Sinclair write and draw things, to make them come into existence... it's an unmatched ability for expressionism that Oria can't ever hope to achieve. ]