[People will suffer. It makes Pure Vanilla grimace a little, as he tightens his hold again, leaning lightly in against Vash's side. They definitely shouldn't think about it. Not right now. So he's glad when the idea of ice-skating distracts the man. It also makes Pure Vanilla bound and determined to keep the distractions up, every time Vash's mind begins to wander back to his home.
He sort of regrets asking him about it, but only because it seems a sore subject.]
Hm! I must admit, I am not that great myself, but that means we can learn together! Of course...
[He lifts the leg that was draped over the other, somehow managing to avoid whacking the table with it, to show off his hoof.]
It does not help when these are your feet. You will not be alone in slipping and sliding, my friend!
[His tea is gone, and so is the gin he added to it. So if he decides not to sit back upright after leaning in against Vash, well. Sue him. At least his wool is soft, clean, and smells of vanilla.]
no subject
He sort of regrets asking him about it, but only because it seems a sore subject.]
Hm! I must admit, I am not that great myself, but that means we can learn together! Of course...
[He lifts the leg that was draped over the other, somehow managing to avoid whacking the table with it, to show off his hoof.]
It does not help when these are your feet. You will not be alone in slipping and sliding, my friend!
[His tea is gone, and so is the gin he added to it. So if he decides not to sit back upright after leaning in against Vash, well. Sue him. At least his wool is soft, clean, and smells of vanilla.]