THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[Here be all the psl threads]

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[dissimulative]

Yeah! And I'll help you if you want it! Finding a publication company will be super easy compared to the other things I do on a workday basis.

[ A publication company is definitely easier to find than, say, a hitman willing to take on a Sarabi target. ]

So it's perfectly doable.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair is quiet as he considers that. Was it that easy? With Oria everything was...]

Mm. Okay. I'll make it again and then... I'll show you.

[dissimulative]

[ He has to make everything easy with his resources to spend his energy worrying about things that actually need his attention, but for Sinclair, he'll definitely exert the effort--despite how easy or hard it may be. ]

I can't wait. You make me look forward to so many things...

[ Which is another thing he loves about Sinclair. He usually looked forward to things ending to prevent a worse outcome, but with Sinclair, he can actually look forward to things because he wants to see it. A bit of positive reinforcement is better than constant negative reinforcement for Oria. ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair kisses Oria, soft and sweet. He feels overwhelmed with love, both with how much he loves Oria and how much he's loved in turn.]

I'm glad. I want there to be things you look forward to, every day.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria feels very similarly with his heart feels overwhelmed with so, so much love. He feels at a loss as to where it could all go. ]

You always give me things to look forward to, Emil. You do it so easily without even trying. You're always... so special to me.

[insinning]

[Sinclair's cheeks warm further and he tightens his hug a little]

You too. I'm...always happiest when I'm with you.

[dissimulative]

What a coincidence. Me too.

[ Oria laughs a little, gently rubbing Sinclair's back. ]

So I guess we'll just keep making each other happy a lot. I'm fine with that, for the record.

[insinning]

Mm. That sounds like a good plan.

[ He curls up against Oria a little more, warm and content]

[dissimulative]

Mm... wanna sleep in my room tonight?

[ Whether they always have been or not, Oria asks anyway. ]

[insinning]

Yeah. You're warm. [He happily snuggles close. Warm. Safe. He doesn't want to head back to his room at all]

[dissimulative]

Ohh, so I guess you wanna wear my clothes again.

[ Mischievous. Oria continues to cuddle anyway. ]

They're very comfortable, so I can see why~

[ ... ]

[insinning]

[Sinclair blushes, but he doesn't let go of Oria.]

Mm. Don't you like seeing me in your clothes anyway?

[dissimulative]

Maybe if it was one of my oversized shirts.

[ Their height difference isn't big, so there's only a marginal difference. Still. Boyfriend shirt. Hm............... ]

But I like you in most things you decide to wear anyway.

[insinning]

[ Boyfriend shirt... ]

Most things, huh?

[ He should change... but getting up...]

[dissimulative]

Well... I didn't like the chicken headgear.

[ That counts, right? That absolutely counts. ]

The fact that you understood it really concerned me.

[insinning]

Ah. [ Haunting memories] I was working on erasing that one from my memory...

[dissimulative]

[ Oops.

Oria rolls them around and around until they reach the end of the bed. Apparently, that gives Oria an epiphany. ]

Oh, that other one! With the long scarf! It looked good, but it was not "you" at all!

[insinning]

[Sinclair squeaks indignantly as they're suddenly rolled around. Heeelp]

Huh? The scarf...? [OH] The one that looked like Demian's?

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ He doesn't want to think about how much Sinclair changed because of that gear... it was so unnerving. A fake. A doppelganger trying too hard— ]

Man, that grinds my gears.

[insinning]

[Sinclair reaches up to stroke Oria's hair]

At least it wont happen again? [He says sheepishly. Though, now that he thinks about it, it's funny how even without his memories he had the exact same scarf Demian used to wear all the time] It's really not my style anyway...

[dissimulative]

Yeah.

[ Oria smiles as he nuzzles into his hand a little. ]

So you should keep wearing my clothes instead.

[insinning]

[Sinclair smiles, leaning in to kiss Oria again]

Mm. That works for me.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria meets him halfway to kiss Sinclair. Kissing him always feels nice, so it should only make more sense to kiss him some more. He pushes his lips against Sinclair's a little more as an admittance to feeling a bit needy. ]

[insinning]

[Ah. Sinclair deepens the kiss in turn, kissing Oria slowly, but deeply as the feelings that had been building up all day, all week, threaten to bubble over. He cups Oria's cheek to keep him close, to try and steady himself a little more]

[dissimulative]

[ He gives him another kiss, with a hand resting on Sinclair's back, and parts his lips for a moment to nip at his. ]