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[Even if he knows that Pure Vanilla can't see, Vash is just a naturally animated person. Still, it's a reminder to make sure his movements are either audible, or described enough for his companion to understand. He doesn't want anyone to miss out on the show that is his antics, after all.]

I've learned the hard way, on how to get out of trouble. I'm... kind of a wanted criminal where I'm from. [Should he have said that? He squints toward the teacup, barely sipped from. Was he truly becoming that much of a lightweight, or was he just that comfortable.

better to not think about it. He leans forward as best as he can without jostling their intertwined hands, so he can have another sip.]

Not that I've actually done anything. Mistaken identity, honest! That... and being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And maybe being a bit of a disaster.

[Bit by bit, the morose air that had surrounded Vash on his arrival begins to peel away. This feels as close to normal as he's gotten in some time.]

That really does sound beautiful. I don't even think I mind the desert. The cliffs are nice, and the darker sand is - pretty. [Even if the place most known for its red hued sands are something of a bad memory.] From the way Sparkling has described your home, it really does sound beautiful. Magical, even.

[He trails off. Pure Vanilla isn't the only one gripped by a wave of melancholy, it would seem.]

Back home, the only way I ever saw trees were in contained biodomes. Life isn't sustainable on the planet we're on. Humanity wasn't even supposed to end up there. And now that they are, we have to do all we can to make sure they survive, without wearing too hard on what little resources they have.

[But that's getting too serious again, isn't it. He shakes his head, just forceful enough to rustle the hood of his jacket.]

You should have seen me, when the rains started last month. I'd never see anything like it.

['Wanted Criminal' makes Pure Vanilla arch an eyebrow, but his expression is amused and he hides his smile behind his cup a little. Though it's obviously there by the way his face crinkles, and there's a faint giggle underlying his words. Of course he does believe him, but he might tease a little, since they've established they're friends.]

Of course, mistaken identity. It happens often?

[The fact Vash knows Sparkling isn't a surprise, Sparkling is friends with everyone, and he feels proud of the fact. It's only fitting, the other Cookie is beyond charming. Pure Vanilla's head tilts a little to 'bio-domes', and he images a greenhouse. A place of life in amongst a barren land. It's lovely in his minds eye, even if he's slowly beginning to lose the details of what things look like.

And his expression is downright tender as he images Vash doing his best to help. Through all his perceived flaws, through mistake identity and being wanted... he keeps trying to help.]

I can imagine. To be taken from a world where water is scarce or even non-existent, to a place where it's found in abundance. I quite understand being shocked!

[He smiles in memory to his own arrival, and how strange it was for a few months after. Crossing his legs at the knee, he settles his cup on one, beaming as a thought comes to him.]

I assume this means you have never experienced ice?

[Winter is coming...]

[Vash finds that he doesn't mind the teasing. Not when it's obvious that he isn't being judged, and certainly not when this person knows the depths of his secrets. It helps that he's also relieved to hear that laugh after all of their other, more sobering topics. Vash feels a little guilty, for dragging down someone who appears to be much more jovial in his nature.

He finds it in himself to snort alongside Pure Vanilla.]

It does! I have a twin brother, so I guess it's easy to get the two of us mixed up. [He knows how the twin excuse sounds. He's been laughed off several times as a result. But every time he just pouts and insists its the truth. Pure Vanilla might even hear said pout in Vash's words.]

It's a good kind of shocked, I think. Or maybe even a little sad, too. This is what life should have been like for us.

[He pauses just a moment. He knows what snow is. Rem had spent plenty of time explaining the world she'd left behind and its many beauties. But beyond reading a few books and seeing pictures, he's clueless. The best he has for physical experiences is ice cubes, and even those were fleeting out in the far reaches of the desert.]

Never. Not when it comes to the climate, at least. Does it get pretty rough in the winter, then?

[Okay. He can hear the pout in the words and that does make Pure Vanilla laugh, a good-natured "I do believe you" sound. He's mostly laughing at the pouting he hears. Ah, the evil twin. Classic. Vash with an evil mustache. However that looks.

He sobers a little as he thinks of Vash's world, when he says that's how life should have been like. No hardships. No struggles. A world of life, of peace. Everything in abundance, and no one wants for anything.

The ideal. He squeezes Vash's hand tightly, and offers him a smile.]

I know someday your world will reach that life. Keep faith, and keep aiding as much as you are able.

[And once Vash confirms he's never seen ice? Oh, the Minotaur perks, his ears standing upright like little excited exclamation marks.]

Sometimes, though I have yet to experience a bitter cold here. However, you must let me take you ice skating when the lake freezes over. It is an experience one must try at least once!

[And that's nothing to say about snow ball fights, or snow angels, or snow huts.]

[There's something about that amused noise Pure Vanilla lets out that puts Vash further at ease. It feels good to be believed, even if it may or may not be entirely genuine. If nothing else, his companion isn't off-put by Vash's own terrible, if unearned, legacy.

And if that little laugh hadn't done so, the squeeze offered to his hand certainly would. He permits his own little chuckle, before interrupting it with a sip of his tea. The taste of the gin mixed with the natural, herbal flavors is starting to grow on him.]

I'm trying. It's just not an easy process. It'll take decades before some of our ideas will be ready to implement. And until then, people will suffer.

[He shivers at even the mention of the world "suffer." That other self had utterly perverted the word, using it as a calling card to cause harm. And yet despite Vash balking at the idea, he could just as easily see where the line of logic had come from.

He shouldn't dwell on it, though. Not when he's enjoying himself. Not when it's behind him. He should focus on the conversation at hand and - ]

Ice... skating? [He balks, albeit with no small amount of amusement.] That sounds like a recipe for disaster. I can barely stay on my feet when the ground is solid!

[People will suffer. It makes Pure Vanilla grimace a little, as he tightens his hold again, leaning lightly in against Vash's side. They definitely shouldn't think about it. Not right now. So he's glad when the idea of ice-skating distracts the man. It also makes Pure Vanilla bound and determined to keep the distractions up, every time Vash's mind begins to wander back to his home.

He sort of regrets asking him about it, but only because it seems a sore subject.]

Hm! I must admit, I am not that great myself, but that means we can learn together! Of course...

[He lifts the leg that was draped over the other, somehow managing to avoid whacking the table with it, to show off his hoof.]

It does not help when these are your feet. You will not be alone in slipping and sliding, my friend!

[His tea is gone, and so is the gin he added to it. So if he decides not to sit back upright after leaning in against Vash, well. Sue him. At least his wool is soft, clean, and smells of vanilla.]

[The weight against his side muffles the din of his thoughts. He blinks once, then twice — wondering if it's a mistake that Pure Vanilla has nestled so close. He opens his mouth to say as much, but catching the faint waft of vanilla silences him. It's so much different than the false scent of flowers those hands had carried. This feels properly soothing.

In the end, Vash finishes off his tea and sets it aside, in hopes that the remaining dregs of liquor will steel his resolve. And when they do, he opts to lean against his friend in kind. There isn't too much weight — it's a gesture that can easily be ducked out of should Pure Vanilla have moved in by accident.

He hopes that the minotaur won't, though.]

I can't even imagine putting ice skates on those. [His voice lowers, not yet a murmur, but something more fitting for their close proximity.] Or would you just slide around on your hooves?

[He chuckles at the idea, but he's careful not to jostle his companion too much.]

I guess I can't complain too much about the lack of coordination with my gangly limbs.

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[The lean back in appreciated, honestly. So is the fact Vash didn't pull away from Pure Vanillas lean. He's quite a tactile person now. Touch has become his main source of sight, comfort, and care. On top of that, being a sheep has made him quite social and desiring of closeness.

And truthfully, it's just simply nice to lean against someone, and share warmth and camaraderie with them. With their hands still tightly laced together.]

... I wonder if I can. There are quite a few cobblers around who have had experience with us hooved Afflicted.

[He ponders the idea, head tilted as if he can see the waffle coned patterned keratin. Visions of breaking his ankle come to mind, and he snorts softly.]

However... it may yet be safer to simply stick with my hooves.

[He lowers his leg and ha's! softly, not at all minding the little jiggle from the chuckle.]

Nonsense, you may complain all you desire. It sounds like you were not given many chances to develop something more spatially aware of yourself and your limbs. Have you ever danced?

[As long as Vash thinks of it that way, of their near embrace being nothing more than a way to satisfy Pure Vanilla's need for contact, he doesn't have to feel guilty. His mind could be such a treacherous thing, after all. A simple, quiet moment shared between a friend could be seen as a dangerous act. Both here and at home, it had been proven that Vash's very presence was dangerous.

But he cuts off those thoughts before they can continue. The scent of Vanilla keeps his muscles relaxed, and the casual conversation gives him something to focus on beyond his swirling, spiraling doubts.]

Mm. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt. [He puffs out a laugh.] Imagine trying to explain it to anyone. Breaking something while trying to each a friend to skate? I don't think we'd live it down.

[Vash tilts his head back, though not so far as to leave Pure Vanilla's space entirely. He just needs to stare at the ceiling and think a little.]

You might be onto something, you know? I grew really fast and - [He cuts off, then starts laughing outright.] And I never explained any of that to you, huh?

[He shakes his head, leaving it at that for now.]

I haven't. Not formally, at least!

[He hums a little laugh as well in reply to the idea that they'd both come out of it mucked up.]

Let us both strive to avoid breakage, then. Bruises will be on par for the course! As well as bumps, I am sure! But do not worry about me getting hurt, I have taken my fair share of injuries!

[How many shields he failed to get off in time while a fresh faced adventurer? Crunched and cracked dough. He shakes his head a little and tilts it when he feels Vash shift his back, ears twisting towards him as he mentions growing up fast? Literally? Something for a later moment to ask about, as Vash moves on from it quickly.

But the reply? That no? Makes Pure Vanilla beam.]

Then, let's fix that, shall we? There's is no better time to learn to dance! You never know when it will come in handy!

[Forewarning.

He finally lets go of Vash's hand, after another brief squeeze, so he can push himself to his feet.]

Please, give me a moment to change into something less bulky [His sweater is beginning to overheat him finally] and feel free to remove your jacket?

[He'll move off into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. It won't take him long to remove his bulkier outer clothes and switch into something lighter, a flowing shirt and a similar flowing cotton pants, that swish around his legs as he moves back into the living room. And he quite easily pushes his coffee table out of the way, the couch following suit, before moving over to his record player to pick some music.

You're in for it now, Vash. Pure Vanilla is nicely gin'd and in a mood.]

[In one moment, Vash is the closest to blissful he's been since arriving here. In the next, he's tumbling to the side as Pure Vanilla's weight lifts up. He just barely avoids faceplanting into the couch, squinting through the orange tint of his glasses to find where his companion has gotten off to. He only just catches sight of the minotaur before the door closes.]

Wait - huh?

[He waits there, stock still, for a moment, trying to piece together what's just happened. His head admittedly feels a bit foggy from the last, quick gulp of booze. Were they really planning on dancing, right here and now? Vash is already wincing at the coming bruises. It's a small miracle that Pure Vanilla has no toes to be stepped on.

In any case, Vash had been told to take his jacket off, right? He gets to sliding it off, carefully folding it up. He's still in the process of gingerly tucking it into place when Pure Vanilla returns. While the minotaur fusses with the music, Vash works on rolling up his sleeves as best as he can.

He already feels warm enough as it is.]

Are you sure about this? I don't want anyone to come running if one of us falls over!

Oh, don't worry! I have quite a bit of experience. I may not look it now, but once upon a time I was a King, and formal dancing was quite often a thing.

[There's a little bit of wistfulness in his voice, as he sets some nice classical onto the player, flipping it on and setting the needle down. His ears flick lightly as he moves away, over to where he heard Vash's voice.]

And we will be starting small. The waltz box step, which is the basic for all waltzes.

[He reaches out, then pauses, head tilted in thought.]

It is much easier to learn while being led, but I understand some people are uncomfortable with it. I can easily direct you while allowing you to lead, if you prefer.

[Either one, he's finding one of Vash's hands with his own and stepping in close. His other hand hovers, waiting for Vash to decide on what he'd like, so he knows where to place it.]

A king? Seriously?

[Pure Vanilla probably has the mannerisms for it, now that he's thinking about it. Now that it's out in the open, though, Vash can't help but feel as if he's been horrifically informal. Not to mention dragging his friend through everything else that he had only the week prior.

But Vash swallows that need to belittle himself down. Not for his own gain, but to avoid Pure Vanilla having to put his mind at ease.]

Right. A waltz. Got it. [He's pretty sure he knows what that means. He's been around for enough years that he should have an idea. But now that he's thinking about it, and feeling both the pressure and panic, he can't seem to think straight.

It only gets worse as Pure Vanilla steps inward. They'd only just been holding hands and slumped against one another, but that had felt casual. Accidental, even. There is intention behind Pure Vanilla's motions, he wants to be closer to Vash. And that means that in the back of his mind, he can't help but panic. He shouldn't be doing this. Vash the Stampede didn't get close to people — he only got them hurt.

Moreover, why does his face feel so hot.]

I should - ["Go," is what part of him wants to say. There's a not-insignificant voice in his head screaming at him to turn on his heel and go. Yet his feet remain firmly planted in front of Pure Vanilla, hands lifted up in uncertainty as he tries to figure out not where to run to, but where to place them. He'll blame it on the gin, later, for clouding his mind.

But really, there's a much larger part of Vash that just wants to be here.]

I should follow. If I lead, it's going to cause us more problems.

Seriously!

[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.

[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!

[Sorry, not gonna let you live that down, buddy.]

[There's silence for a moment from Pure Vanilla has he takes in Vash's words. He recalls what the other said about being a disaster. Does he truly believe he's the cause of his woes, or the pain of others around him? It makes Pure Vanillas heart ache. How lonely Vash must be. No. He won't allow the other to think that for another moment longer. So he shakes his head lightly, and... sputters out a surprised laugh to the headbutt comment.]

I promise, I do it as gently as possible!

[He gently shifts his position slightly to the left, so they're no longer just standing awkwardly close, blushing and holding onto each other.]

Feel free to look down as we go, it will better help you get an idea of where to place your feet. Step back with your right, as I step forward with my left.

[And as he shifts his weight, he continues speaking, his voice soft under the music.]

And do not blame yourself for things that are not in your control. Events will happen, both good and bad, and you cannot take the weight of them all onto your shoulders. You cannot cry one day, then point to a typhoon that happens somewhere and say My Fault. We may all be cogs in the way the world works, but we are relatively small cogs. The world you live in sounds harsh, and unforgiving, and I know in my heart, the bad things that happen are not because of you. Swing your left foot back and off to the left, as I bring my right foot forward and to the right.

[Vash does as he's told, keeping his eyes down. His foot slides back and to the left, following the motion that Pure Vanilla begins. Not only does it keep him a bit more steady, but it's significantly less intimate than being face to face with his companion. He might not be able to see into the other monster's eyes, but the planes of his face and the curve of his mouth are all right there in plain view. Maybe it's the alcohol speaking, but the proximity is almost dizzying.

Despite his best efforts, his footing does start to wobble after a moment, but only because he laughs at what Pure Vanilla has to say. They're heartfelt words, and Vash does take them to heart, but he can't help but be amused all the same. He angles his head upward, still trying to not think about how close they are, or how warm his face is or how good his friend smells.]

Guess it's a bad time to tell you what they call me back home, huh? [Another puff of a laugh, even if it sounds faintly giddy at the edges. That has to be the alcohol making a mess of him.] Vash the Stampede, aka "The Humanoid Typhoon."

[He laughs one final time as his head bows downward. His eyes close, lost in thought as they continue to step with one another.]

But it's hard not to. Not when it's more clear cut than a typhoon some hundreds of miles away. [He exhales through his nose.] I'm not tryin' to be stubborn or anything, though. And I don't want to waste your time arguing, either.

Oh! Oh no!

[Of all the analogies to make! Pure Vanillas steps wobble a little as well as he laughs, his expression half mortified and half amused.]

I am so sorry...! Right foot in against your left.

[He keeps their movements slow, letting Vash get used to the simple step slide step. It also keeps them both from dwelling too hard on any negative, not while they're half focused on moving.]

And nonsense, we are not arguing, we are having a discussion while we dance. Now step forward with your left, slide with your right.

[His ears slowly relax down into a contented flop. When was the last time he had danced? How long was his time in the Void? It's soothing, the motions familiar, the closeness something that he doesn't get when he leans in against Sparkling. In fact... Vash is the second person he's ever been this close with in quite some time.]

I do understand, however. [He wants to step in closer, but he restrains himself. Barely. There's a bit of a sway.] To blame yourself despite circumstances being out of your control... I said I was a King, once. A great enemy rose up and struck my Kingdom while I was away. She destroyed it, killed my subjects, and caused the others to flee. The guilt wore on me for years. I blamed myself for the loss of life, for the terror they were inflicted. It took me a long while, and with the help of some friends, to realize I cannot do that. I can mourn for the events that took place, but I cannot blame myself.

[And now he does sort of lean in, his forehead lightly tapping against Vash's in the softest headbutt. He originally means it as a show of camaraderie, of understanding, but he ends up letting it linger. Rests their foreheads together.]

No, no. It's okay, you had no way of knowing!

[And honestly, Vash's laugh is light. The earlier, flustered giddiness seems to be fading fast, but the warmth remains. He feels lighter than he has in years as they move. It's an unburdening of a different sort than the one they had experienced together previously — one without trauma or pain.]

I guess I'm just used to these things happening more messily. [Like when he and Wolfwood had argued in the midst of a gunfight. Or any of his fights with Nai. The people of No Man's Land, or at least the ones Vash associated with, weren't really good at expressing themselves.] It's nice to just... talk.

[Vash feels that sway and shifts his hand, clasping just a little as he tries to keep his partner steady on his feet. That hand remains there as he listens to Pure Vanilla's tale, something of a comforting gesture as he takes it in.

They really aren't that different.]

I'm sorry that you know that feeling too. But I guess I'm also glad that you found people to help you through it, too. [Maybe in time, Vash might find that same camaraderie.] But it wasn't your fault that someone came after your kingdom. For me, I — [His voice wavers.] I'm the one that put the ability to hurt those people into someone's hand. And even then, everywhere I go people wind up hurt, even when I try to -

[He trails off as their foreheads clunk together. He blinks several times, hardly processing what had just happened. All at once, he feels that same giddiness float back in. His stomach twists in a way that isn't entirely unpleasant, even as he frets over whether or not his glasses are in the way, or digging into his companion's forehead and -

Since when did his head spiral like this?

He doesn't say anything more, just reels in the proximity, and in the fact that he doesn't at all dislike this position.]

[The dance comes to a stop as Pure Vanilla stills, and shifts his free hand from where it had been resting on Vash's shoulder blade to his cheek. Just a soft cup, as he knocks their foreheads together again. A light tap, accompanied by the squeeze of their hands together.]

No. No. Forgive me my bluntness, but you do not seem the type to deliberately hand someone the means to harm. I will not disagree that your life has been full of pain, but I must disagree that you are the cause of it. That you are the cause of the pain others feel.

[He strokes his thumb gently across the curve of Vash's cheek, sort of memorizing the shape of it as he does. Seeing it with his fingers. Trying to map his face out in his mind. But also to add a small bit of comfort.]

I do not need sight to see the heart of you. My own heart tells me more than my eyes ever will. We may have only just met, yet our similarities are enough that I know you.

[His voice is low as he speaks, a gentle murmur as they mingle breathe from the closeness.]

Let me help you realize this for yourself. You are not a Typhoon, that creates disaster wherever you go. You are a kind heart caught up in a typhoon, but not the typhoon itself.

[What does he even say to that. His mouth opens, but there are no words. His throat feels tight with something he can't pinpoint. He's going to ruin the moment if he keeps gaping like a fish, but he also doesn't want to open his mouth too quick. The last thing they need is Vash saying something stupid and ruining the moment.]

You - [He shouldn't laugh, not when they're sharing such a tender moment, but it bubbles up all the same. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will himself to, for once in his life, not be a fool.] Jeez, you really know what to say, huh?

[They're so close right now. Closer, certainly, than Vash has been to anyone in as long as he can remember. He feels like a boy all over again, with a racing heart and a tangled tongue. His mind does his best to sour it, but for once its laid to rest by the kind words of another.]

It's funny, though. [His hand, one of flesh, lifts and comes to rest over Pure Vanilla's own. He relishes the warmth beneath his skin, thumb circling the back of his companions unconsciously. Part of him resolves to commit this to memory — so that he won't ever forget how it felt to feel so close to someone again. When was the last time it had even happened like this? It had to have been some decades, judging by how hot his face is getting. He hopes Pure Vanilla can't feel it.

Right, what was he saying?]

I don't think anyone's ever saw through me like that. You - you, ah - must be somethin' real special, Pure Vanilla.

[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.

[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.

That's all it is. Nothing more.]

I'm just bein' a fool, that's all.

[Oh. Oh Wicked Witches. Even if the fire of Vash's cheeks weren't apparent under his hand, the way he almost blurts it out... the sudden way he stops. It's obvious. And like Vash, his mind is on the alcohol. Surely it's just two similar people, with their minds clouded by alcohol, who have both blamed themselves and been so touched-starved over the years that it's something akin to over-stimulation.

Yes, surely that.

Though he can't stop the soft huff to Vash putting himself down again. He opens his mouth to tell him he's not, that he's obviously blushing too- but before he can get words out, Lavender decides to take that moment to bark at them both, loudly. He is not happy when it is not about him. Plus, he may be hungry. Pure Vanilla lets out the softest bleat in surprise, pulling back as his ears flip around until he finds where his cakepup is, before exhaling hard.]

Oh... I completely lost track of the time. Forgive me, I will need to feed him and take him out on his walk.

[There's obvious reluctance as Pure Vanilla pulls back, his fingers trailing as he pulls his hands free. His head spins and he feels he should lay down, or take a cold shower. Or both. For a moment he scrubs his face, trying to wipe the embarrassment away, and get back on track to what they were doing. He will not think about Vash's hand on his. He will not.]

That was a good first attempt for dancing, as well! I must insist you come back again, and we can continue on.

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[Like Pure Vanilla, Vash also startles. His wings briefly go out wide, potentially whacking against the minotaur's arm but thankfully avoiding the rest of his companion's body. Once his gaze settles on Lavender, once he's approsied himself of the situation, they do settle once more, but it'll take some time before his heartbeat settles.]

Aw, I apologize for distracting him so much, Lavender! I hate missing meals too!

[His laugh is warm, if still a bit pitched up at the edges thanks to his giddiness. Nevertheless, he does take a reluctant step back from Pure Vanilla, allowing him some space. The hand on Pure Vanilla's lingers, though, gently coaxing his companion's limb back downward. He twines their fingers together one last time, before giving his hand a squeeze.]

I should probably get back, anyway. [He wants to say that he shouldn't overstay his welcome, but he's almost certain how that reply will be received.] I don't want to disrupt any routines the two of you have.

[Why does he feel so reluctant to go, though? There's almost a sense of disappointment welling up in his chest. He doesn't begrudge the little creature for his needs, but perhaps if he just had a few more seconds -

The thought is pushed down just as quickly as it came on. He'll examine it later, once he has a clear head. For now, he releases Pure Vanilla's hand and takes a step back.]

I really appreciate it. Everything, I mean. It was nice. And dancing was - [He clears his throat.] I had a good time. And I'd love to do it again.

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