THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

[insinning]

[Here be all the psl threads]

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[dissimulative]

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]

[dissimulative]

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]

[dissimulative]

[ 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]

[dissimulative]

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...?

[insinning]

Mm. She says she doesn't need luck or to cheat because her confidence is enough to get her through.

[Sinclair feels a little dead when he remembers that conversation. Honestly...]

[dissimulative]

I'd like to see how she plays for real.

[ There's another sparkle in his eyes. Mischief? Maybe. It's definitely for his enjoyment though. ]

[insinning]

[...]

Do you want to play a round of poker with her?

[dissimulative]

Yeah! I can do stuff like card counting, but that's about it.

[ He feels excited already despite that. ]

I'll contact her while she's still around then, but not today. All of my day is reserved for you.

[insinning]

[Sinclair grins, and look at that...the conversation got him to finish his portion of the food without protesting]

As much as I'd like to see that...I'm glad.

[When Oria is done, he'll take his hand again.]

[dissimulative]

[ Yup, he's long since finished and puts his own tray back into the cart. With his free hand, he drinks some water. He tightens the hold on Sinclair's hand.

He's very glad that Sinclair ate his portion, because it means he has an appetite again. ]

That you have me all to yourself today?

[insinning]

[ Sinclair nods, snuggling back into Oria's side ]

Mm. It's nice...

[dissimulative]

[ Now that everything has been finished the cart leaves with a maid coming in and gives Sinclair a small pill for medicine and a brand new cup of water. Fresh. ]

Your fever only lasted half a day... you really do have a strong immune system.

[insinning]

Mm...maybe it was all your care. [Sinclair takes the medicine and water dutifully. He knows it would have been worse if he had pushed himself...] Though...do I seem that ill?

[dissimulative]

You were hot. Like, literally. Burning. Sweating. If you get better tomorrow, you can take a nice, long shower.

[ Not right now, because he wants Sinclair to rest. ]

[insinning]

...that bad, huh...?

[Sinclair brightens at the thought of a shower though because wipes don't feel that nice...they're something he's used during long missions out but]

I just have to get better by tomorrow, right?

[dissimulative]

Yeah, it was bad. Honestly, if your fever can go away in half a day, there's a chance that you can recover from symptoms by tomorrow. You'll still need to take it easy for at least one more day though.

[ After symptoms are gone, he can recover all his energy. Yeah. ]

[insinning]

I'll be mindful...

[His temperature is still high, but this gives him hope. Free him from this hell honestly]

[dissimulative]

You'll be stuck in bed anyway and if you need to go anywhere, I'll help you.

[ Oria eyes Sinclair a little mischievously. ]

Like carrying you to the bathroom.