...yeah? It really did feel like they didn't do their research at all...
[And then it all went to hell anyway so. His gaze slides back over to the tv when explosions start happening. And...that sure is the woman drowning. What]
Um...[Sinclair pauses as he considers that] It's probably not a job for people who don't know what they're doing, right? So...I guess it depends on why they were trying to seduce someone? Or if they had a choice...?
[Is he overthinking this]
Stories like this one are meant to be a little tragic though...
[ Because Oria apparently doesn't. But then again, he knows this is a movie and fiction will always be fiction, but they're partly based on true things. ]
That sounds like the kind of punchline that goes for everything.
[ Even they felt it to an extent. The only difference is that both of them are alive to this day and it's very real. Oria snuggles, getting comfortable. ]
[ If there was a delirium, Oria thinks it was pretty mild. He's very glad for that. In fact, he likes it when Sinclair is a little clingy like this. It's when he realizes that he likes it when Sinclair does a lot of things: the violent things that look cool to him, the glint in his eyes when he does something with confidence, the gaze that flits about when he isn't sure of something, the exasperated face he gives him in response to something ridiculous...
He really loves it all.
He's fallen so hard.
Oria smiles at Sinclair with a lot of fondness behind the expression as he picks him up bridal style again and puts him in a comfortable position from how he clings. ]
Shh.
[ He says in a hushed voice and gives Sinclair a small kiss on the forehead. ]
[Sinclair looks up, but accepts Oria lifting him up without protesting. He hums in contentment and tucks his head against Oria's shoulder, happy to cuddle while the credits were rolling. Well. He can let Oria have this one]
[ Oria seems satisfied with Sinclair's answer as he heads back up the two flights of stairs up to his room. A maid will clean up the theater room without being prompted. They work in this household for a reason.
When Oria gets to his room, he gently puts Sinclair down on the bed, lies down next to him, and tucks them both in comfortably under the blanket. ]
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[And then it all went to hell anyway so. His gaze slides back over to the tv when explosions start happening. And...that sure is the woman drowning. What]
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[ Oria looks at the screen and yeah, there goes the second love interest. ]
You know what? Maybe his dick is cursed.
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...maybe...
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[ Oria really has that cat smile on his face right now. ]
Absolutely cursed.
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I mean...with as many James Bond movies there are out there...
[He wont be lured in by this, he wont]
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[ Oria laughs a little and shakes Sinclair a little gently side to side. ]
What do you think?
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Hm? About?
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[ He stops the shaking and gives a kiss to his cheek. ]
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[Is he overthinking this]
Stories like this one are meant to be a little tragic though...
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[ Because Oria apparently doesn't. But then again, he knows this is a movie and fiction will always be fiction, but they're partly based on true things. ]
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[Well, it would probably be more tragic if he was paying more attention to the film]
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[ Even they felt it to an extent. The only difference is that both of them are alive to this day and it's very real. Oria snuggles, getting comfortable. ]
Is it almost the end?
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[Sinclair yawns a little, getting comfortable against Oria too]
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[ Oria raises his hand to card through Sinclair's hair. ]
Sleepy? Should I take you back to my room?
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Mmm...I can walk.
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He really loves it all.
He's fallen so hard.
Oria smiles at Sinclair with a lot of fondness behind the expression as he picks him up bridal style again and puts him in a comfortable position from how he clings. ]
Shh.
[ He says in a hushed voice and gives Sinclair a small kiss on the forehead. ]
Let me have this.
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Mm...okay...if you insist...
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When Oria gets to his room, he gently puts Sinclair down on the bed, lies down next to him, and tucks them both in comfortably under the blanket. ]
Sweet dreams, Emil.
[ He gives him a small peck on the lips. ]
Good night.