THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[Here be all the psl threads]

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See?

[ Oria seems chipper about that as he drinks some of his own water. ]

They're fighting so hard to keep you healthy. How are you feeling now?

[insinning]

Better...I feel like I'm less cold. [And therefore less hot?]

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You're definitely less cold.

[ Oria grins. ]

More stable means more health!

[ At that time, there's a knock before dinner is carted in. Oria tells the maid to leave the cart here so that he can take the trays from it to eat on the bed.

There's salmon, salad, warm chicken noodles soup... more. ]

[insinning]

[Peering at the cart. He'd say even with his fever he's just been shivery, which has finally settled down but...]

That's a lot...

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Most of it's for me, but if you want any, you can ask for it too.

[ Namely, the soup and half the salmon. Oria hands those to Sinclair. ]

It's good quality ingredients too, so even though it's a basic recipe, it should at least feel fresh.

[insinning]

[Sinclair accepts the food, carefully balancing it on the tray so he doesn't drop anything on the sheets]

It does look good.

[Even with his limited appetite]

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[ Oria makes sure that everything is balanced on his own tray and starts eating. Munch. ]

Eat as much as you can, okay? The portions are made with you in mind too.

[insinning]

Okay...[It does look like how much he'd normally eat. He digs in with small careful bites. No spilling anything...]

It's delicious.

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Right? I wasn't kidding about good food.

[ Oria has already finished half of his own portion... ]

[insinning]

[HOW...Sinclair looks over. Where did Oria's food go???]

You're making sure I get really spoiled...

[dissimulative]

[ Into his stomach! Where else? ]

This kind of stuff is every day normal for me, so I want you to eat well too.

[ So he can also grow well... (copium) ]

[insinning]

[Let him not be a twink (copium intensifies)... He takes another bite]

Mm. It's nice to have really fresh food...

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What do you usually eat back at the base?

[ He can only wonder... ]

... Should I send care packages sometimes? Though I feel like it'll get eaten up by your coworkers...

[insinning]

Mm...most of the time I don't really have time to cook. [And he only has a mini fridge, so] There's a cafeteria but...take out normally? Or noodles if we're really tired.

[College life without the actual college part. Also, aah]

You don't need to send me care packages. Only if you want to. I-I do feed myself...

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I know you feed yourself, but I was talking like... quality stuff. Not takeout.

[ Y'all eat so unhealthy... Oria can't relate despite being the worst person to look at for food problems. ]

But I guess some things can't be helped.

[insinning]

I get it when I can...

[Fruits...and some veggies...but uh, look. Sometimes you live a life of nonsense ok]

[dissimulative]

[ asian granny yelling about EATING MORE intensifies

Oria give Sinclair a small cheek kiss. He's holding back so much on commenting about his height... ]

Does anyone even cook there?

[insinning]

Mm...Ms. Outis can cook? [BUT SHE'S ACTIVELY TERRIFYING] But no one really does I think. [Aside from when Sinclair was trying to teach himself]

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Was that the woman who looked like she belonged in a military? Short hair.

[ Scary. ]

I'd hire her to be a bodyguard based on vibes alone, honestly.

[insinning]

Mmhm. Her. She'd probably do a good job at it.

[Very scary, very threatening]

[dissimulative]

Something tells me that we would work together real well.

[ His eyes almost glint from the prospect, but this is in part of teasing Sinclair. ]

How's your throat? I'd like to hear more about them and how you interact with them if it got better. Or you can just pick one and go with it.

[insinning]

[ Please no??? Sinclair shoots Oria a deeply alarmed look, but his next few words make him brighten]

Yeah? I can talk a bit more, I think. You know Ms. Rodya, so...[He's happy to talk about his coworkers now that he doesn't have to hide as many details. Hmmm, what would be a good story--oh, he'll talk about how Rodya managed to win her way into the top floor of a VIP section at a casino]

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[ Oria gives a low whistle at that story. ]

Wow, she's really a mix of luck and strategy, huh?

[ He's assuming that she cheated somehow. There's no way... ]

[insinning]

She said it was all about confidence.

[Yeah, Sinclair's still having a hard time believing it]

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Confidence won't help you get a good hand though.

[ Oria laughs. ]

But I can see how that would work if she has the chance to bluff. A gambler, huh...?