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[Sinclair laughs turning to try and shake Oria's hands off without dislodging Mike]

Oria--you're finally free?

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Yup! Here I am!

[ Oria withdraws his hands and goes to sit next to Sinclair on the bench. It's a nice place to read here. ]

I see Mike has gotten attached to you.

[ Mike just sits in Sinclair's hair all =w= ]

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He knows I'll give him treats.

[ When Oria sits down Sinclair sets his book down and reaches over to push over a cup of creamy herbal tea. It's apparent it was made recently]

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[ Oria takes the cup of tea. This one again... This tea alone will probably have him get used to herbal things. Nevertheless, he drinks it and lets it warm his body. Relaxing, too. ]

Don't overfeed him.

[ "Hungry." Mike says oh, so very calmly. You'd expect a parrot to normally squawk, but here is Mike, calmly saying that he's hungry. ]

Anyway, what are you reading?

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[ get used to the taste of chamomile Oria. At least it has a hint of cinnamon, honey and milk]

Don't worry. Mike isn't that convincing.

[ Bird gets scritches.]

I'm reading "The Song of Achilles"... it's really good, since the author spent ten years writing it.

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[ Oof.............. ]

I wonder why it took ten years. At least he finished it eventually.

[ unlike me ]

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She wanted to do a lot of research and make sure she was doing something different with Greek mythology.

[ Also probably a perfectionist]

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Well, is it different than the usual Greek mythology-based story?

[ Oria thinks everything has been done under the sun at some point, whether it was published or not.

He sips his tea. ]

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It is. [ Sinclair beams, excited despite himself] We wouldn't get these stories from Patroclus' perspective normally.

[ But despite how good the book is, Sinclair bookmarks it and puts it away. Oria time.]

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Oh, the boyfriend's perspective?

[ That's how Oria remembers him as.... yeah.........

The sun is setting. The business meeting felt forever, but it was only a few hours in the day. ]

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Mm. That one.

[ Sinclair presses up against Oria with a tiny huff]

Long day?

[ It's amazing to think that all happened in the afternoon. Sinclair is exhausted]

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Yeah... I had to do some paperwork after the party too, so I'm beat.

[ It wasn't as big of pile of papers as it usually is for Oria to get tired, but the party wore him out. He leans on Sinclair's side, resting his head on his shoulder. ]

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[ Sinclair makes sympathetic noises, squeezing Oria's hand. He'd pet his hair but...gel. He presses a kiss to his temple instead]

...it did feel like I was wading through shark infested waters at the party.

[Not just Hindley lol]

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Par for the course. Sucks that you had to experience it while being a servant.

[ Unfortunately. Oria just limps against Sinclair now. Exhausted!! ]

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[ Sinclair snuggles into Oria's side, taking his hand to give him a hand massage. There there]

The other servants were nice at least...I hope they didn't have too much trouble with that guy after I got fired.

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He was out cold, so... honestly? I didn't care enough to stick around. If he was gonna drink his sorrows away, he could do that on his own time at a pub or something.

[ It was weird trying to be consoled by empty words when he looked like he had it together compared to that guy. Rude, tbh. ]

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True. [ He sighs a little, leaning into Oria in turn] Maybe I should have hit him harder...

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I think you should have.

[ So that Hindley could have gotten wasted on both fronts. ]

He's the one blabbering about maids being whores when he's the one being a manslut.

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[ Sinclair bites his lip against his laughter so he doesn't dislodge Oria or Mike. Girls have it hard...]

You heard that too, huh?

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He was so loud.

[ Oria frowns and wraps an arm around Sinclair's waist. Mike, taking notice of the time, steadily gets up without hurting Sinclair's scalp and flies off to the window in Oria's room. Time for dindins for the bird. ]

So I'm glad he got punched.

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[ Bye Mike... Sinclair nods]

I don't really regret it... but it might be problem later.

[For Sinclair at least. He snuggles into Oria's side, taking his hand]

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Are you getting scolded?

[ It would suck if Sinclair had to leave his house earlier than expected... he has a firm grip on Sinclair's hand. ]

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I might have a 'consultation' waiting for me.

[ Sinclair mumbles, sinking against Oria even more. He squeezes Oria's a hand, rubbing his thumb over his palm, gently massaging again]

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Is it tomorrow?

[ He thinks about this for a moment while squeezing his hand. ]

Because I was thinking about how cute you were and it would be if you can't walk on the day of the "consultation"~

[ Is he joking? Maybe. ]

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[ Sinclair goes bright red and squeezes Oria's hand pointedly]

Um. Monday. That's when 'he' is around. [ Aaaaaah ]

And I'm not even in a skirt anymore...