[The laughter doesn't put Pure Vanilla off any. Instead it causes a smile to flit onto his face. He understands that type of laugh. Half disbelieving, half unsure of what to say. How to process the kindness. The smile deepens and he laughs a little himself when Vash says he knows what to say.
Being ancient has its perks, he has given life advice to more people than he can count.
Of course... never like this. Where, if he was so inclined, he could tilt his head just so- His thoughts stumble a little to a halt to the hand on his, the warmth sinking in, the thumb circling leaving an almost electric tingle behind. He inhales, and a part of him whispers that all it would take is to press forward. His ears can pick up the thrumming of Vash's heart, the way it races. Can Vash feel his own, from the touch on his hand?
Can he feel the way Pure Vanillas breathing hitches?
It's almost embarrassing, in a way. Pure Vanilla is old, and yet... he can't remember the last time he kissed someone.]
Ah?
[It takes him a moment to pull himself out of his thoughts, and his cheeks turn so dark it's a surprise he's able to keep standing from the rush of blood. He's flushed and flustered. What... what had Vash said? Ah. Special yes. He laughs a little, trying to regain his composure. He should pull back, yet every instinct yells at him to stay where he's at.]
I-I... Just ancient, with many years spent learning to understand... Nothing special at all.
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Being ancient has its perks, he has given life advice to more people than he can count.
Of course... never like this. Where, if he was so inclined, he could tilt his head just so- His thoughts stumble a little to a halt to the hand on his, the warmth sinking in, the thumb circling leaving an almost electric tingle behind. He inhales, and a part of him whispers that all it would take is to press forward. His ears can pick up the thrumming of Vash's heart, the way it races. Can Vash feel his own, from the touch on his hand?
Can he feel the way Pure Vanillas breathing hitches?
It's almost embarrassing, in a way. Pure Vanilla is old, and yet... he can't remember the last time he kissed someone.]
Ah?
[It takes him a moment to pull himself out of his thoughts, and his cheeks turn so dark it's a surprise he's able to keep standing from the rush of blood. He's flushed and flustered. What... what had Vash said? Ah. Special yes. He laughs a little, trying to regain his composure. He should pull back, yet every instinct yells at him to stay where he's at.]
I-I... Just ancient, with many years spent learning to understand... Nothing special at all.