[There's so much he wants to ask. How does one "used to be" a king. What was a kingdom of cookies like, those sorts of things. He tucks the questions toward the back of his mind for now. Getting distracted isn't a good idea. His limbs are already feeling loose enough as it is.
As Pure Vanilla's hand settles, he may or may not pick up on something missing. The Vash's shirt does give rise to his lower wing on the right side of his shirt. However, that same tension is lacking on the left side. Any further investigation would reveal that the lower left wing was gone entirely.
Probably nothing strange! And nothing Vash seems keen to comment on, though that might be because he's presently very distracted by the things Pure Vanilla says.]
You - [Vash has gained friends throughout his years — both on the Ryslig Penninsula and back home. While those here have usually been more mutual, the companions back home have been begrudging, sometimes on both parts. And none of them would ever go as far to say that they adored being around him.
He wants to argue it, of course. Pure Vanilla barely knows him. But Vash can't deny that he's in the presence of a kindred spirit. And even if they weren't themselves just a week prior, there were still enough commonalities (warped though they were) for him to be intrigued.]
No, no. It's - thank you, for saying that? [His words come out staggered and stuttered. His cheeks, previously pleasantly warm, now blaze bright and hot. He closes his eyes for just a second, before opening them to try and match Pure Vanilla's hands. It's a little awkward, considering the dual set of arms he now possesses, but he makes sure not to make Pure Vanilla crowded with the set.
The closeness, especially after such a confession, feels a little intimate. It's the kind of contact Vash hasn't allowed in years.]
I don't usually get close to people. Bad things tend to happen when I do. [His fingers tighten against Pure Vanilla, just a little.] But - I like being around you, too. And... hey, at least you can defend yourself if anything bad happens? I'd think twice before taking a headbutt from you!
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As Pure Vanilla's hand settles, he may or may not pick up on something missing. The Vash's shirt does give rise to his lower wing on the right side of his shirt. However, that same tension is lacking on the left side. Any further investigation would reveal that the lower left wing was gone entirely.
Probably nothing strange! And nothing Vash seems keen to comment on, though that might be because he's presently very distracted by the things Pure Vanilla says.]
You - [Vash has gained friends throughout his years — both on the Ryslig Penninsula and back home. While those here have usually been more mutual, the companions back home have been begrudging, sometimes on both parts. And none of them would ever go as far to say that they adored being around him.
He wants to argue it, of course. Pure Vanilla barely knows him. But Vash can't deny that he's in the presence of a kindred spirit. And even if they weren't themselves just a week prior, there were still enough commonalities (warped though they were) for him to be intrigued.]
No, no. It's - thank you, for saying that? [His words come out staggered and stuttered. His cheeks, previously pleasantly warm, now blaze bright and hot. He closes his eyes for just a second, before opening them to try and match Pure Vanilla's hands. It's a little awkward, considering the dual set of arms he now possesses, but he makes sure not to make Pure Vanilla crowded with the set.
The closeness, especially after such a confession, feels a little intimate. It's the kind of contact Vash hasn't allowed in years.]
I don't usually get close to people. Bad things tend to happen when I do. [His fingers tighten against Pure Vanilla, just a little.] But - I like being around you, too. And... hey, at least you can defend yourself if anything bad happens? I'd think twice before taking a headbutt from you!
[Sorry, not gonna let you live that down, buddy.]