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[oleaeuropaea]

[Once more, Lavender pushes Vash into another fit of near giggles. Truly, something is affecting his ability to think, and he has to wonder if it's entirely just the alcohol. But at least with Pure Vanilla thoroughly distracted by his pet, he doesn't have to think about that too closely. The proximity will probably do him wonders.

Even if it does allow Vash's more sinister thoughts to creep in. There's a whisper in the back of his mind about how he shouldn't have allowed any of this to happen. That despite Pure Vanilla's assurances, he was a poison upon those he cared about. That Pure Vanilla would only get hurt.

He tries to push them toward the back of his head, to focus simply on preparing to leave. And maybe that would have worked for him, if it weren't for the fact that he dares to glance at his companion. That he just so happens to chance a glance upon that brilliant smile, and Vash effectively trips on his own feet. He stumbles into the couch, and only barely manages to clamp down on the inside of his cheek to keep from hissing to himself.

Hopefully he hasn't drawn any attention to himself.

Once he rights himself, it's just a matter of making his way over to the door that Pure Vanilla has moved back toward. He kneels down to throw on his boots, a bit too hasty to be sure that they're properly tied.]

I appreciate it, really! [He pushes himself back to his feet, keen to swiftly make his exit and start trying to make sense of the thoughts swirling in his head.

Only once again, Pure Vanilla sees through every wall Vash has tried to put up. He's silent for a few seconds, considering that question. He knows that he should say no. They would both be better off for it. But before his brain can really process that thought, his mouth has already opened.]

Of course. I want to see you again. Really!

[He hates that it's the truth.]

[purevanillacookie]

[Oh. He heard that tumble, Vash. And Pure Vanilla had quickly bitten his bottom lip to keep from drawing more attention to it by fussing and asking if he was okay. Because he knows if he did, he'd never let Vash leave. Clearly the better solution would be to let him stay the night.

It takes a lot not to use Vash's coat to hide his own face.

Instead he waits as he listens to Vash get his boots on, then hands the jacket over when he straightens, and the silence after his question pulls a little on his heart. Until the answer comes and he can tell Vash isn't simply trying to placate him. Which he would be very well within his right to do, things had most certainly gotten out of hand a little.

But he can't stop the happy expression from blossoming.]

I'm glad. I truly wish to see you again as well.

[Opening the door, he will let Vash step out, before reaching out to take his hand to stop him. As the kids would say, fuck it. He'll scream about it later, but he steps in close, raising his free hand to touch Vash's chin, so he can know where to lean in and place a small kiss on his cheek, being absurdly careful not to get him with his horns any. It's just a gently brush, and a little closer to Vash's lips than he was aiming for but, he's blind. Sue him.

When he pulls back, he's back to blushing.]

I will see you later...

[And he tries not to slam the door in Vash's face but he does step back quickly to close it so he CAN run to the bedroom...]

[oleaeuropaea]

[This is likely the best and worst outcome for Vash. He knows he's in danger when that hand comes to rest on his chin. The seconds seem to slow, which in theory should have provided him plenty of time to duck out of the way, or find some other way to discourage Pure Vanilla from dipping forward.

He doesn't. Instead his lips part as if trying to silently coax the minotaur toward them. It's the only way he can explain the faint disappointment that courses through him when those lips alight on his cheek. It lasts only a second, before a fresh, giddy thrill crackles from his face down to the tips of his toes.]

Oh- ah- [His cheeks had only just started to cool down, only to have the flame kindled anew. He isn't complaining, even if part of him thinks to ask for more. To catch the door before it can close and ask to spend the night. He's been alone for so long, deserves to spend the night with someone who understands him.

The more sensible part of his brain stops him in his tracks. That part of him forces his feet backward, dragging him out of Pure Vanilla's proximity before either of them can make a bad call.]

Haha. Yeah! Right! Later! Uh huh - [He winces as he stumbles right back into the wall, wings bending just a little uncomfortably against the surface behind him. He sidesteps and just barely avoids tripping over himself yet again. Only then does he seem to find his footing, promptly powerwalking down the hall before offering one last:]

Have a good night, Pure Vanilla.

[Then he dashes down the stairs before he can make any more of a fool of himself.]