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Are you free? I would like to show you something!

oh!
uh, yeah, i can be!
i was just on my way back to the grapevine anyway.
you up in the apartment?

Oh wonderful! Though please don't hurry, this can wait! And I am! I will be here when you arrive!

[Please excuse the exclamations, the speech to text is picking up on his excitement.]

[Too bad, PV! It's only a few minutes later when Vash is knocking on the apartment door. He's gotten used mostly used to sharing the space with Pure Vanilla, but just barging in is a little uncomfortable. Besides, it's a nice, audible way to announce himself, without up and scaring his friend.]

Hey, Pure Vanilla. It's just me!

[Someday Pure Vanilla will get it into Vash's head he can just walk in. Though... in this case, he is grateful for it, as he no longer has his minotaur hearing. Lavender immediately begins to bark his tiny head off at the knocking and Pure Vanilla beams from the kitchen, hurriedly placing the finishing touches on the doughnut holes. The air smells of cinnamon, pumpkin and sugar.]

Welcome home! I'll be out in a second!

[There! A quick move onto a proper serving tray, complete with some sweet tea in a kettle and some cups, and he's moving from kitchen to living room. Vash is excused if he notices the doughnuts first, and not the change in Pure Vanilla. The Minotaur is a Minotaur no more, wool replaced with soft cottony fur, horns with antennae and hooves with chitinous toenails.]

[Does his heart do a flip at the mere concept of "home?" Vash will never reveal that secret, thank you. And Pure Vanilla will certainly never see the faint smile that graces his lips as he steps inside. That his companion is not immediately in sight doesn't bother Vash. He kneels down to undo the laces of his boots, pulling them off just in time for Pure Vanilla to round the corner.

Or at least... He would have assumed it was Pure Vanilla. Normally he's accompanied by the click of hooves against the ground. Now, though, there's no announcement. And when Vash looks up, it's immediately obvious why. If not for the fact that he'd only just heard Pure Vanilla's voice, he might have been immediately on edge.

Even still, his guard is up. There are plenty of things out there capable of causing illusions. Better to be wary, right? Even though he's pretty sure any sort of assailant wouldn't come delicately traipsing in with doughnut holes.]

Pure Vanilla. Is, uh. Is that really you?

[Lavender circles Vash like a shark sensing blood in the water, tiny tail wagging and tiny tongue licking away at fingers that are undoing laces. And being ignored makes him whine, and he grabs one of Vash's boots to begin dragging it away. That'll teach you. Pure Vanilla meanwhile beams at the question, one set of hands holding the tray as he holds the others out - a little awkwardly as he's trying to get used to the muscle movement of the extra limbs - and does a little spin in place.]

Yes! Do you like it? I asked Mana to give me a month as a Faerie!

[There's color on his cheeks when he says that. He doesn't need to say the reason for it to be obvious why. Moving over to the coffee table, he places the tray down, being a little extra cautious as he does. His hands move around awkwardly as he reassures himself of his position before sitting on the couch, patting the spot beside him with one hand.]

[Vash can only watch as his poor boot is dragged away. He makes a note to give Lavender a few extra pets once he settles down. For now, though, he is thoroughly distracted by the sight in front of him. Pure Vanilla has always been particularly handsome, of course! But all of these new differences draw Vash's attention in even newer ways.

He can't help himself, or the nervous laugh he sputters out.]

It's beautiful. [He clears his throat.] Aha, I mean. You're beautiful. And...

[He trails off as he obeys the command he's been given. He trots toward the couch and takes a seat, then reaches for Pure Vanilla's lower set of hands with his own. The upper pair reaches out to take the Minotaur-turned-Faerie's face into his hand.]

You didn't do all of this for me, did you?

[The laugh makes him beam. It doesn't take Minotaur hearing to note the nerves there. Though it's his own turn to huff a soft little nervous laugh to being called beautiful, his cheeks turning redder, and his lower hands smoothing down his clothes a little. At least until Vash sits and takes them, Pure Vanilla folding his fingers in with Vash's gently.

The hand on his face makes him smile and he leans into it a little, tilting his head to rest it there. It makes him sigh softly, the touch soft and warm.

His smile is a little shy.]

I did... I hope you don't mind I didn't discuss it with you before hand. I wished it to be a surprise, but I understand it might be a little forward of me.

[The vibrations his antennae can pick up is amazing in the way it adds a sense of vision, and he can't stop himself from leaning in a little closer, his antennae wiggling a little as they test the proverbial air.]

[If he thinks about it too hard, maybe it does make him uncomfortable. It's not Pure Vanilla's fault, he's just had enough of people being remade in his image. It isn't as if the Minotaur knows that. And really, it had been his own decision, and presumably a less painful one at that.

So... Vash just needs to not think too hard about it. Simple.]

As long as you're happy.

[Hesitantly, Vash reaches up. He thumbs over the skin that forms the base of the antenna, trying to avoid the way his thoughts drift toward their first meeting and the damage that had been wrought. THe memories of then were hazy, but if he thinks too hard he can still feel the phantom pain.]

I should have known you'd be so soft.

[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.

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