(Catch all) Ominous October Threads

[insinning]

Who: Sinclair and You.
What: Dungeon runs, trauma bonding etc
When: All throughout October.
Warnings: Gore, Emeto, Psychological horror in one thread, NSFW stuff in another

“I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being—one of many ways—and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.”

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[insinning]

[Sitting down to eat properly as he reaches out to help himself to some food]

Yeah? Tylor made that part.

[dissimulative]

He did?

[ Oria is definitely impressed. ]

It's delicious—really enhances the flavor of the ingredients as hot pot should.

[ And then... ]

You should see a healer about those cuts when you can.

[ His cute and dedicated hardworker... ]

[insinning]

[He's taking a sip of the broth, he didn't have a chance to try it before and. Oh, it's good. He's not too bad with the chopsticks either, because he comes from a korean game since despite some of his picky habits about food, he does have practice from eating out with coworkers]

Mm. It really does bring out the flavour--Oh, he said we should come over for breakfast or dinner next time.

[And looking at his bandaged fingers sheepishly]

I'll ask Nanashi to help out in a bit.

[dissimulative]

Oh, can we?!

[ Oria's eyes sparkle like stars. A meal with Tylor and Hani with Sinclair! It sounds like an incredibly warm meal... ]

I'd like to go!

[insinning]

[Oh. Oria is making such a cute face??]

Mm. Justy said we should just drop by whenever we want.

[Sinclair is not that abrupt though! He'd definitely message Tylor ahead of time]

[dissimulative]

Justy...?

[ ... ]

Tylor?

[ He eats some more meat that's been cooked in the broth. ]

[insinning]

Oh--yeah. Tylor is "Justy". [He thinks he hasn't really used his name outside of his times with Hani and Tylor themselves. Taking another piece of meat for himself]

[dissimulative]

[ Oria nods in understanding as he grabs some vegetables and more meat, stuffing them into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. ]

You're really close to them, huh? They're kinda like your uncle-tier of relatives.

[insinning]

Uncle-tier? They're not that much older than us...Tylor's only twenty.

[He doesn't like mushrooms normally, but he likes it in a hotpot like this]

But we ended up texting each other a lot after that incident.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria reaches out for more food in the broth, but he actually pauses and the food falls out onto his plate. He's finally using the plate. Thanks, Sinclair. ]

Twenty?! I thought he was like thirty!

[insinning]

Where did you get that impression?

[ Oria???]

He doesn't come across that old.

[dissimulative]

He has that mature vibe! Not in the typical way, but in a life veteran sort of way.

[ Feeling older than what they actually are—Oria gets it, honestly... ]

[insinning]

Mmm...I guess you make a good point there.

[Still. Peering at Tylor from across the table]

...how old do you think Hani is?

[dissimulative]

Twenty...seven?

[ Hm. ]

[insinning]

... they're twenty one.

[ Sinclair will just.

Does he seem like someone who gets really comfortable with people that much older than him? ]

[dissimulative]

Maybe being with a bunch of old fogeys all the time ruined my sense of perceiving other people's ages.

[ It sounds like an excuse, but he's joking around. ]

But wow... they're really not much older...

[ He thinks about his sisters who are one and two years older than himself.

...

Sometimes Iria has the vibe of someone who's 25 at the very least, so Oria feels like he understands a little less now. ]

Then how old is Winter? I thought he's like... 25.

[insinning]

You're closer. He's twenty seven.

[This is honestly so funny though

But Sinclair gets it.

Don(na) is twenty five after all and he would never guess it]

[dissimulative]

[ (whispers) what do you MEAN Don(na) is 25 ]

I was almost expecting you to tell me he was around our age to continue this train of absolutely wrong guesses.

[ Hm. ]

Then what about me? How old do I feel like?

[insinning]

[:) ]

Mm...you just feel like you. Whenever you want to be older, you are and whenever you want to act your age, you feel like it.

[ does it count when Sinclair somewhat knew Oria in high school...that definitely influences things]

[dissimulative]

Hehe.

[ He won't kiss Sinclair in front of everyone, because Sinclair would probably die, but he smiles at him so brightly, genuine. ]

What a smooth talker~ Always knowing what to say!

[ He laughs a little. ]

Just kidding. I know you're always sincere.

[insinning]

[!!! Sinclair is already dying. He loves it when Oria smiles like that, even when Oria is teasing him.]

And you're always like this.

[Teasing!!]

[dissimulative]

But you like me like this.

[ Heh. Oria feeds Sinclair a piece of meat once it's cooled down (yes, he used a plate for just this). ]

[insinning]

...I do.

[ Hmph. Yes he's accepting being fed in front of all these people]

...oh, it's good.

[dissimulative]

Right? You guys picked good ingredients! So pat yourselves on the back. This is a really nice meal with friends.

[ Oria eats some more, ignoring the obvious heat in the food again. ]

[insinning]

[Ehehehe. Sinclair smiles, perfectly content]

Yeah, it is. I'm glad.