[If Vash has picked up on the distracted nature of Pure Vanilla's thoughts, he doesn't say it. Right now, his eyes are locked on the (admittedly very handsome) minotaur in front of him. Up close like this, there's no denying that he's handsome. The curl of his horns is elegant, while the flop of his ears is outright adorable, and -
Vash stops his thoughts before they can wander too far.]
Iiii don't know about all of that, actually. [Now that he's not the only one stammering, he feels at least a little emboldened. Certainly brave enough to run his mouth just a little too long -] I've got a century and some change on me and I'm still sitting here bl-
[And then he clamps down on his tongue. Even if the flush of his cheeks was painfully obvious beneath Pure Vanilla's hand, he can't just outright admit to it. Yes, the man has been nothing but kind and gentle to him tonight, but surely even he has his limits. Vash stumbling over his words and admitting that he might be just a little smitten would end in disaster. Even thinking them to himself feels incredibly juvenile, the absolute worst thing Vash could say to someone who had just admitted to his years.
Some part of Vash's mind tries to defend itself. It points out the deep flush now painting Pure Vanilla's cheeks. BUt he shoots back, just as quick, that both he and Pure vanilla had been drinking. They were both bound to be a little overheated.
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Vash stops his thoughts before they can wander too far.]
Iiii don't know about all of that, actually. [Now that he's not the only one stammering, he feels at least a little emboldened. Certainly brave enough to run his mouth just a little too long -] I've got a century and some change on me and I'm still sitting here bl-
[And then he clamps down on his tongue. Even if the flush of his cheeks was painfully obvious beneath Pure Vanilla's hand, he can't just outright admit to it. Yes, the man has been nothing but kind and gentle to him tonight, but surely even he has his limits. Vash stumbling over his words and admitting that he might be just a little smitten would end in disaster. Even thinking them to himself feels incredibly juvenile, the absolute worst thing Vash could say to someone who had just admitted to his years.
Some part of Vash's mind tries to defend itself. It points out the deep flush now painting Pure Vanilla's cheeks. BUt he shoots back, just as quick, that both he and Pure vanilla had been drinking. They were both bound to be a little overheated.
That's all it is. Nothing more.]
I'm just bein' a fool, that's all.