THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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Um. They kinda got torn up a lot? Oh, and when we tried hanging them out to dry after we cleaned them, sometimes we'd lose them...

[Yeah. Yeah]

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... Are you guys that poor that you can't afford clothespins?

[ Bruh. That's so sad?? ]

I'll give you an entire box's worth when you leave.

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The clothespins weren't the problem--!

[Sinclair flusters, shooting Oria a look. HONESTLY]

We...just encountered a lot of trouble out there.

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Do you guys not have a dryer? Or are your clothes air dry only?

[ Since their clothes seem. Well. Special. ]

Either way, I hope you go shopping for clothes when you go back to Seattle. You're probably gonna need it.

[ He parks next to the cafe and there they go! Into the cafe. It's pretty cozy here with a warm ambience. It's also pretty small, and it looks family-owned. There's no other cafe with the same name. The seats are pretty cushiony too. Oria goes up to the counter to order a caramel macchiato and four portions of lasagna. ]

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Mmm, those suits needed to be handled more carefully. [Sinclair sighs a little as he quietly mourns his lost wardrobe. He didn't have a big one to begin with either...

Sinclair will get a chocolate frappe and a toasted chicken sandwich.]

I'll probably have to do some shopping anyway.

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[ The food doesn't take that long to be prepared, so the two get their respective tray of their orders. Oria has his drink and stack of four disposable containers. They're all lasagna... He makes his way to a seat, furthest from the entrance and where the employees generally work. The place doesn't echo either and the seats? Plush and comfy. ]

Want some spending money?

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["Spending money". Oria, you're making it sound like Sinclair is your sugar baby]

I do get paid you know...

[PLEASE. Sinclair will take a seat and try not to be alarmed by how much lasagne there is..]

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Yeah? I know that! Just saying that you should buy a lot of clothes you like and some other things too, like for your hobbies. More books.

[ Speaking of which, it reminds Oria of Demian for some reason. He gets his fork and knife to cut out small portions of the lasagna and nom. Into his mouth they go. ]

By the way, I saw Demian get off the ship with you. Was he related to your work?

[ Small world if so. ]

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Ah--you recognised him? [Sinclair brightens a little at the mention of the name. He picks up his toasted sandwich and takes a small bite. Nom]

Mm, I...guess so? The ship he was on came by and helped us out of a bind during a freak typhoon. He seemed familiar with what we were fighting.

[Keeping it vague in public]

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[ Oria continues to shovel small portions of lasagna that he cuts. He doesn't make it too obvious, but when he uses the knife, it starts cutting at the bottom of the container a bit. ]

Did you get his contact information? Since you mentioned that he just kinda disappeared back then.

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[Sinclair blinks at Oria's eating. Hmmm??]

Um. There wasn't really a chance for that. But it sounds like he spends a lot of time traveling anyway so...

[Demian probably doesn't even have a steady contact number]

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Not even a cell phone or email address?

[ And a guy who travels a lot? He wonders if he also hunts for abnormalities and such... Oria is about to say that he could have asked when he was getting off the ship, but holds himself back. ]

Well, did you guys at least hang out for a bit?

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...honestly, things happened so quickly I didn't even get to think about it.

[Sipping at his frappe]

Mm. We got to catch up for a bit. He's seen so much of the world, it's incredible.

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[ Oria knows that Sinclair also wants to travel and take a look around the world, but he wonders if he could ever go with him. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if Sinclair did just that with some friends and Oria would help fund it. Between the two of them, at least one has something they want to do in the future regarding themselves. ]

Are all those stories confidential too?

[ First container is finished. He takes a sip of his drink and gets working on the second container. He does want to hear stories from Sinclair, but he figures that he can't talk about them very much in public. ]

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[ Sinclair shakes his head]

No, we can talk about it.

[ It's about what Demian has seen overseas - in the many countries around Africa, the Asian continent... his admiration is clear. But if Oria asks him about his own adventures, he'll talk about the pirate attack too]

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[ When Oria listens to Sinclair talk about Demian's worldly experience, he can't find himself to get mad or jealous. Sinclair looks so happy talking about it. Sinclair's happiness simmers Oria's jealousy to a very manageable level and Oria can't help but to smile. To him, Sinclair's happiness is much more important than his own jealousy or anything else.

This is what love really must be like, he thinks. ]

You know, Emil... sometimes you feel like you match with a lion than anything else.

[ Yes, even birds--those yellow chicks too. ]

As to how I arrived at that thought... wouldn't it be really fun if you could pet a lion safely?

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Huh? A lion?

[It's the fluffy bair isn't it... but

...! Sinclair practically glows at the thought]

Ah... that'd be scary but so cool...I remember watching a video where a couple got to hug the lions they rescued as cubs...

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Wouldn't it be really fun if you could like, drape over a lion's mane and then bury your face into it? It would be so fluffy if it was maintained properly...

[ Going to the zoo and doing that would be a much safer bet, but that would take away the entire point of doing it in the first place. ]

Are you free to talk about what happened on the ship? I want to hear about your experiences.

[ Show him your story-telling prowess. ]

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Ahaha, you'd have to wash it a lot I think. I managed to pet a fox before but its fur was rougher than expected.

[Then Sinclair groans and covers his face. But he's glad Oria seems happier and more relaxed now...]

I can...do you want to hear about how we lost our washing then?

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Sure! Let's start with that.

[ He really does want to hear, so he gives Sinclair his full attention other than him eating his lasagna. Eating requires absolutely no attention for him by now. ]

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So we had to get some help from some deep sea fishermen because what we were hunting were avoiding normal means of capture, and a pirate group had captured one of the members of our before-team. Normally pirates leave deep sea fishermen alone because they know they don't have money, but they saw our ship and saw it was new...so they launched an attack, by trying to pincer us

[Sinclair goes into detail of the chaos - Don swinging around a giant javelin to scare some of the pirates off, but also cutting the clothes line that sent their clothes flying. Heathcliff stealing something from one of the pirates, but also Outis' and Ishmael's attempts to make the pirates 'walk the plank' once they were subdued. There's the finding of a 'ghost' ship in an area where all signals disappeared anyway and that had been terrifying...but the old deep sea fisherman seemed to have hits wits about him at least and helped them out of a really tight spot with another pirate ship attack]

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[ Oria listens and listens. Wow. It sounds like a movie plot, but he knows this actually happened, since he has faith that Sinclair wouldn't lie about this. ]

Wow...

[ Seriously. What the hell. ]

Were you allowed to use weapons on the pirates? You know, for self-defense.

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Mmm... it's allowed but we try not to if we can help it.

[ Or at least, Sinclair tried not to]

That's what our batons were for at least...but apparently these attacks are pretty common on small vessels that look like they have people with money on board.

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Well? Did you guys?

[ --have money, that is. ]

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It feels pretty pointless to bring money into a deep sea expedition.

[Oria please ]