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[too much fun...Sinclair flushes a little and leans back into Oria]

You're not tired?

[dissimulative]

No, I am absolutely wiped.

[ Straight up. ]

But I'm not gonna let you fall, so I'm doing my best.

[ And so, he wraps his arms around Sinclair's torso--both this time--and lifts him, penguin waddling to the bathroom together. He's too tired to do the bridal carry or anything else that's dignified at the moment. ]

[insinning]

I can walk, I can walk--

[ Sinclair laughs. This is so undignified...embarrassing. He's steady on his feet and gets the shower taps for them as soon as it's in reach]

[dissimulative]

[ Sinclair laughed, so that's a win for Oria. He finally lets him go when they're at the shower stall and the shower commences. Oria will make sure Sinclair doesn't suddenly fall so he will have him seated on the shower stool. It might hurt with the soreness, but it's better then slipping and falling. It's Oria's turn to help Sinclair with the hair washing and such, so he'll do just that. ]

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[Sinclair sits, tipping his head back as Oria washes his hair. It's nice...soothing...he melts a little for it.

(Sitting is also nice after earlier, since his legs are still a little shaky)]

[dissimulative]

[ Cute... Oria tries to make it as much soothing as possible for him. Enjoy the scalp massage, Sinclair. ]

I guess the next one would be doing it on the floor, huh?

[ He is not serious. ]

[insinning]

[ Sinclair is too busy melting to do much to protest or fluster. This is so relaxing...]

Mm...if you want...

[Definitely not processing this properly or at all]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria holds back a sigh, but smiles anyway. He loves Sinclair so much, so he won't ruin this for him. Less talking, more doing. After rinsing out the shampoo, Oria applies the conditioner, lightly scrubs him with the bath sponge, and washes all that out. ]

I'll make sure you take some painkillers tomorrow.

[insinning]

I'm only a little sore...

[And they only went once this time. Sinclair blinks the droplets of water out of his eyes as he reaches up to help with the washing. When they're both done, he's happy to bundle them both with towels to dry off]

[dissimulative]

If you think it's sore now, it's gonna be super sore tomorrow.

[ Oria dries himself off, puts on clothes and tosses a big t-shirt with sweatpants over to Sinclair. ]

[insinning]

Probably...[ He does remember not being able to get out of bed. But it's only the faintest twinge this time when he moves. He dries himself off and dresses, muffling a yawn]

Mm... next time should be a bubble bath after then...

[dissimulative]

[ Oria laughs a little. Sinclair is so silly sometimes. He still knows where things are, so going to bed without his glasses is an easy task after cleaning up the room before then. ]

A bubble bath after doing it on the floor? How ambitious.

[ He has something like a jacuzzi so maybe they can chill in there too? Something like that. Oria snuggles with Sinclair. ]

Good night, Emil.

[insinning]

[ Once Sinclair's brain hits a certain point of lethargy, everything makes sense]

Didn't you want to have a bubble bath before?

[ He snuggles into Oria, mumbling]

Night...