[At least Pure Vanilla still looks like himself. Just. Downier.

And Vash's not the only one whose thinking of their first meeting, as he feels the thumb grace across his antenna. He remembers (in that soft, dreamlike way) how Vash's felt in his hands, how his nails felt biting into them. He hopes someday they will both be able to replace those memories with better, kinder touches. Like this.]

I am. It comes with it's own fair share of issues, but my mind feels clearer without the every present weight of a temper. And I can sort of visual directions with the vibrations. It's not quite sight, but it's much more than what I had.

[The antenna Vash is touching bends a little to softly tap along the others hand in an inquisitive touch, leaving behind a little dusting of moth dust. And the soft comment makes him huff a laugh in amusement, his smile twisting gently, his wings fluttering.]

It seems I will be forever given forms that are pillowy in nature.