[And Pure Vanilla would snort and tell him to not even consider treating him formally, if he knew Vash's internal dilemma. Once upon a time was indeed once upon a time.
The pause after I should makes him tilt his head, the smile on his face questioning. Like he can sense the other monsters desire to bolt, and wouldn't hold it against him if he did. But when he decides on follow, the smile softens into something sweeter.]
Stop that.
[He reaches to take an opposite hand and set it on his arm, setting the palm of his hand against the back of Vash's shoulder. He's incredibly careful not to brush the base of a wing. He recalls what his wings felt like when touched, and how intimate and frankly pleasing the sensation was. And now it's his turn to turn incredibly red as he tries not to think about that. Instead he clears his throat and extends their clasped hands outwards some. The traditional waltz position.]
You are not causing problems, nor will you cause problems, and you most certainly have not caused me problems before. I do not see our time together as problematic, nor will I ever. I adore your company, even if we are just getting to know each other.
[Oh, huh. That was a little forward. Vash isn't the only one suddenly feeling a little warm, as Pure Vanilla mulls over his words, before blurting.]
My apologies, that is very ah... blunt. And forward. I did not mean to- [Just blurt it out. Pure Vanilla closes his mouth. This is why he doesn't drink alcohol.] -overstep any boundaries.
no subject
[And Pure Vanilla would snort and tell him to not even consider treating him formally, if he knew Vash's internal dilemma. Once upon a time was indeed once upon a time.
The pause after I should makes him tilt his head, the smile on his face questioning. Like he can sense the other monsters desire to bolt, and wouldn't hold it against him if he did. But when he decides on follow, the smile softens into something sweeter.]
Stop that.
[He reaches to take an opposite hand and set it on his arm, setting the palm of his hand against the back of Vash's shoulder. He's incredibly careful not to brush the base of a wing. He recalls what his wings felt like when touched, and how intimate and frankly pleasing the sensation was. And now it's his turn to turn incredibly red as he tries not to think about that. Instead he clears his throat and extends their clasped hands outwards some. The traditional waltz position.]
You are not causing problems, nor will you cause problems, and you most certainly have not caused me problems before. I do not see our time together as problematic, nor will I ever. I adore your company, even if we are just getting to know each other.
[Oh, huh. That was a little forward. Vash isn't the only one suddenly feeling a little warm, as Pure Vanilla mulls over his words, before blurting.]
My apologies, that is very ah... blunt. And forward. I did not mean to- [Just blurt it out. Pure Vanilla closes his mouth. This is why he doesn't drink alcohol.] -overstep any boundaries.