THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[Sinclair lets Oria settle him, too groggy and achey to protest. He likes this pampering...He turns away to cover his mouth and muffle some chest rattling coughs]

Thanks...

[Ughhhh he hates being sick]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria smiles and ruffles Sinclair's fluffy hair. Speaking of which, Oria still hasn't done his morning routine yet. ]

You must have really mentally overworked yourself.

[insinning]

[Sinclair leans into Oria's touch. He doesn't want to move so he'll watch Oria with big eyes when Oria needs to go]

Mm? I wonder...maybe. I don't think so...?

[Or maybe his natural state of being is stress...]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh no not the pien... ]

... I feel like you're just stressed all the time.

[ Comes with being anxious constantly too. Probably. He wonders if Sinclair could only truly rest when he was with him. ]

[insinning]

[The pien intensifies...]

It's not like I'm in charge of anything though?

[But it does come hand in hand with his anxious state. Always worrying if his next move is the best move...]

[dissimulative]

You don't have to be in charge of anything to be stressed. Worries and anxieties also play a part.

[ He knows you think a lot, Sinclair!! Oria hands Sinclair a cup of water. ]

You basically thought yourself to sickness.

[insinning]

[He can't even argue that...he sips at his water slowly, shrinking into the pillows]

I've been worried without getting sick before.

[dissimulative]

I know you have.

[ A small wry smile is on Oria's face. ]

What I'm saying is that it must have been really bad this time, with all the stressors stacking on each other. Then you just... collapsed.

[ Not to mention the nightmare last night. Oria figures it had something to do with him dying, because Sinclair almost sounded frantic about whether he was there despite wrapping his arms around Sinclair. ]

So that's why it's resting time.

[insinning]

[Sinclair sheepishly burrows into the bed, and nods. He wont deny he has been worried, with everything bubbling under the surface. ]

I'll be good.

[Though he'll get fidgety at some point.]

[dissimulative]

Good to hear.

[ He leans in to give him a kiss on the forehead. ]

Let me do my morning routine and I'll come to help with yours. It won't be long.

[insinning]

Mmkay.

[Sinclair hums his agreement, staying put even if part of him wants to crawl out of bed and follow. He can stand on his own. Probably.]

[dissimulative]

[ No standing. Bed only. Oria gets up to do his thing and when he comes back, he looks a lot more presentable. He also brought a hairbrush and some wet wipes for Sinclair's face. He is gently applying that to clean his face and brushes the fluffy hair. It doesn't take long at all.

One notable difference is that the neck scar can't be seen when Oria returned. Makeup is powerful. The scar had gotten darker lately. ]

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Thanks--

[Ah. Sinclair tilts his head to study Oria's neck as Oria helps him clean up and brush out his hair. His hair is certainly fluffy, but it doesn't tangle at all on the brush.]

You're covering it up with make up?

[dissimulative]

Hm? Yeah. It doesn't look good on me, so I'm hiding it.

[ Simple, right? But no, Oria doesn't want it to be seen so easily. It's a hideous reminder and Oria would rather not remember if he could. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair frowns. But he doesn't argue with Oria because it is a painful reminder that he knows Oria didn't need to see every day. Despite the head-stuffed-with-wool feeling, Sinclair reaches up to cup Oria's cheek.]

It doesn't hurt still?

[ That's his concern...]

[dissimulative]

Some parts of it are numb, but others are sensitive. If I just do this on it—

[ Oria reaches out and lightly taps Sinclair's arm with a finger. ]

—it hurts a lot for the sensitive areas.

[insinning]

[Sinclair frowns, leaning into Oria. He's cold but also worried]

...then doesn't the make up make it hurt?

[He had been particularly careful with touching Oria's neck because the scar did look painful...]

[dissimulative]

[ He sits next to him, letting Sinclair lean on him. ]

Putting it on hurt a bit, but I'm fine.

[insinning]

[Sinclair leans into Oria, almost flopping onto him.]

Mm...then, if it bothers you less...

[ He snuggles a little closer]

What are you doing today?

[dissimulative]

[ Oria makes sure that Sinclair is comfortable pulls him closer. This guy... is so warm. ]

I was thinking about playing some handheld games while staying here. Maybe I can look over a report if Iri sends me any.

[ Chances are 0. He's supposed to be resting. Not working. ]

[insinning]

[ He's burning up, yeah...

Sinclair wrinkles his nose at the word 'report', clearly aggrieved thinking of his own. Eugh]

What game?

[dissimulative]

Hm, I should have two DS consoles here...

[ Oria would usually get up to retrieve them himself, but Sinclair just got cozy with him, so he pulls out his phone. ]

What game do you wanna play? I probably have it.

[insinning]

[ Sinclair tried to think but his brain isn't working right now]

Mm, not sure. I haven't gotten to play anything in awhile...so anything seems like fun.

[dissimulative]

Then let's play Mario Kart.

[ Evil. He calls for one of the maids to get the game sets. It doesn't take all that long for them to arrive and Oria thanks them before they leave...

Anyway, he checks that they're charged enough and hands one to Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

[ Evil!!! Sinclair takes the controller, straightening up a little so he didn't impede them both from playing]

You know, I haven't played this in a really long time.