[That whine only grows louder, though for an entirely different reason. Though he doesn't protest the touch outright, he does hit Wolfwood with a very pointed pout, offering up:]
You distracted me before I could finish you off.
[Phrasing, bud.
Innuendos aside, Vash allows himself to lean heavily into that touch. Those rough hands do wonders in sending little thrills across the Independent's skin. Despite the warmth of the water, gooseflesh rise up wherever those fingers go, followed by that whole body leaning into him. It's unlike a very enthusiastic cat taking a pet — he practically topples over with the force of his lean.]
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You distracted me before I could finish you off.
[Phrasing, bud.
Innuendos aside, Vash allows himself to lean heavily into that touch. Those rough hands do wonders in sending little thrills across the Independent's skin. Despite the warmth of the water, gooseflesh rise up wherever those fingers go, followed by that whole body leaning into him. It's unlike a very enthusiastic cat taking a pet — he practically topples over with the force of his lean.]
Feels good.