[Wolfwood had only briefly turned his attention back to his own mug before he feels Vash slide over to rest against his shoulder, and...he's got to say, he thinks he prefers it like this. Why sit ten feet apart because they're not gay when they both know that's not what they want to be doing, thanks.
Huffing a low laugh of sorts, he taps a dull staccato with his fingers on the outside of the warm ceramic.]
Play for me, huh?
[And then, just because he can: Wolfwood turns his head towards Vash, and with Vash leaning right against him, it should mean he's close enough to press his lips to his ear and murmur there, his voice a low buzz against the skin.]
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Huffing a low laugh of sorts, he taps a dull staccato with his fingers on the outside of the warm ceramic.]
Play for me, huh?
[And then, just because he can: Wolfwood turns his head towards Vash, and with Vash leaning right against him, it should mean he's close enough to press his lips to his ear and murmur there, his voice a low buzz against the skin.]
I'll look forward to it, then.