[Someone is a bit too distracted by the show going on to respond right away. Wolfwood doesn't leave a lot to the imagination when it comes to his attire, at least not on the upper half. This is one of the few mysteries left to be revealed, and Vash is absolutely not letting anything get in the way of the show.
And yes, part of enjoying the show is seeing with his hands. It's hesitant, starting just below the pecs and dragging downward. The touch is gentle, treating Wolfwood like fragile glass rather than the killing machine he was made to be. Vash doesn't know if that's the right call, or if it might offend, but right now he wants to err on the side of caution.
Oh, right. He should say something - actually respond other than the awkward breath of a laugh he offers up. His gaze slides away, cheeks tinging with the faintest inkling of humiliation.]
It's been a few years. [He waits a moment, then adds -] Or maybe decades. And it only happened the once.
[He doubts Wolfwood would ever mock him outright for it, but he can't help but feel ashamed all the same.]
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And yes, part of enjoying the show is seeing with his hands. It's hesitant, starting just below the pecs and dragging downward. The touch is gentle, treating Wolfwood like fragile glass rather than the killing machine he was made to be. Vash doesn't know if that's the right call, or if it might offend, but right now he wants to err on the side of caution.
Oh, right. He should say something - actually respond other than the awkward breath of a laugh he offers up. His gaze slides away, cheeks tinging with the faintest inkling of humiliation.]
It's been a few years. [He waits a moment, then adds -] Or maybe decades. And it only happened the once.
[He doubts Wolfwood would ever mock him outright for it, but he can't help but feel ashamed all the same.]
What about you?