[To his credit, when Vash pulls back, Wolfwood stops immediately. He pulls his hand away entirely, as a matter of fact, instead letting them both settle back around his hips again, mostly to make sure he doesn't actually tumble off his legs onto the floor. It was hard to miss that sudden shift in texture, and Vash had been so quick to flinch away that he hadn't had a chance to properly process what he was feeling, exactly. Now he's left wondering what might have happened- did he go too far?- until Vash mentions "getting this out of the way".
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Well, now. That could mean almost anything, to a bunch of weird scars to some sort of Plant anatomy he isn't prepared for. It shows in his face as his eyes shift from the bottom edge of his thermal up to look Vash in the eye, not judging so much as...questioning.
His thumbs brush along the sharp lines of his hipbones, idly. If it's bad enough that Vash is volunteering to just keep his clothes on forever...mm.]
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Well, now. That could mean almost anything, to a bunch of weird scars to some sort of Plant anatomy he isn't prepared for. It shows in his face as his eyes shift from the bottom edge of his thermal up to look Vash in the eye, not judging so much as...questioning.
His thumbs brush along the sharp lines of his hipbones, idly. If it's bad enough that Vash is volunteering to just keep his clothes on forever...mm.]
You can show me.