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[oleaeuropaea]

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[purevanillacookie]

[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.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[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.

[purevanillacookie]

[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.