[Someone looks a little embarrassed at that! He bites his lip, looking all types of sheepish as he tries to scramble to find a response within his scattered brain.]
N-no! Not all of 'em have meat. Pepperoni is really common, is all. And honestly, meats are just easier to come by where I'm from. Veggies don't grow so well in the desert! But the option does exist. Like mushrooms! And onions! And peppers!
[Please, someone shut him up.]
Honestly, it might be kind of fun to make something like this together. You make your pizza, I make mine, and we compare. Or anything else that you have!
[ Sir, you're rambling, Pure Vanilla unable to hide his amusement with a soft giggle. He carefully places the root beer down, then reaches out gently with his hand to place it over Vash's mouth to stop the rambling. His tail wiggles gleefully and his ears twist as he gives him a second, before removing his hand. ]
I would be delighted to make a pizza or something with you. There are quite a few foods that may translate well! We have quite a few desserts as well, that I am absolutely sure you will love. Cakes, puddings, ice creams. But let us not jump ahead of ourselves, we have this entire thing to finish.
[ They have, after all, only eaten one piece out of it. He turns his attention to the pizza. Maybe he should have requested one half it's size, he doesn't eat a lot... ]
[For just a second, Vash's eyes go wide. He doesn't expect that hand on his mouth, just as he doesn't expect the flood of heat it evokes. His cheeks are faintly pink by the time Pure Vanilla pulls back. Though he'll never admit it out loud, it feels like a bit of a loss, having Pure Vanilla's hand pull away. Maybe he might have liked to explore every ridge and whorl with his -
Right. Moving on.]
Don't underestimate me, Pure Vanilla! I can really put it away. [He falls into quipping without missing a beat, leaning back to pat his stomach with both hands. Then without waiting a beat, he plucks up another slice of pizza. He's halfway into a bite when Pure Vanilla thanks him and, without pausing to consider it:]
[ Ah that makes him laugh, ears twisting to the sound of his belly being patted and he snorts softly.
But the words aimed at him next make his expression shift. Look surprised. Touched. Flustered, his cheeks turning pink as suddenly looks a little shy. He picks up the root beer to take a drink out of it instead, trying to hide his reaction to that little declaration.
You can't just say those things to him, Vash. Now without making his heart ache in his chest and move up into his throat.
Ignore the way his tail is absolutely wiggling like a worm on a hook. ]
Ah- I-
[ He's going to take a piece of pizza and shove it into his own mouth. ]
[Oh, Vash is in danger. He doesn't know it yet, but he's absolutely falling head over heels.
But hey, at least it means the mood stays light. He laughs to himself as he leans down, picking up a slice for himself. It's a bit easier to eat when they aren't both juggling, but he might have to admit to missing the closeness.
Only for a second.
To his credit, he makes sure to maintain the jovial nature of their meeting. He'll make sure Pure Vanilla never once frowns. Because that's a normal, not gay thing to do, right?
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[Someone looks a little embarrassed at that! He bites his lip, looking all types of sheepish as he tries to scramble to find a response within his scattered brain.]
N-no! Not all of 'em have meat. Pepperoni is really common, is all. And honestly, meats are just easier to come by where I'm from. Veggies don't grow so well in the desert! But the option does exist. Like mushrooms! And onions! And peppers!
[Please, someone shut him up.]
Honestly, it might be kind of fun to make something like this together. You make your pizza, I make mine, and we compare. Or anything else that you have!
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I would be delighted to make a pizza or something with you. There are quite a few foods that may translate well! We have quite a few desserts as well, that I am absolutely sure you will love. Cakes, puddings, ice creams. But let us not jump ahead of ourselves, we have this entire thing to finish.
[ They have, after all, only eaten one piece out of it. He turns his attention to the pizza. Maybe he should have requested one half it's size, he doesn't eat a lot... ]
Thank you, Vash.
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Right. Moving on.]
Don't underestimate me, Pure Vanilla! I can really put it away. [He falls into quipping without missing a beat, leaning back to pat his stomach with both hands. Then without waiting a beat, he plucks up another slice of pizza. He's halfway into a bite when Pure Vanilla thanks him and, without pausing to consider it:]
Anything for you.
[Yes, through a mouthful of pizza.]
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But the words aimed at him next make his expression shift. Look surprised. Touched. Flustered, his cheeks turning pink as suddenly looks a little shy. He picks up the root beer to take a drink out of it instead, trying to hide his reaction to that little declaration.
You can't just say those things to him, Vash. Now without making his heart ache in his chest and move up into his throat.
Ignore the way his tail is absolutely wiggling like a worm on a hook. ]
Ah- I-
[ He's going to take a piece of pizza and shove it into his own mouth. ]
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But hey, at least it means the mood stays light. He laughs to himself as he leans down, picking up a slice for himself. It's a bit easier to eat when they aren't both juggling, but he might have to admit to missing the closeness.
Only for a second.
To his credit, he makes sure to maintain the jovial nature of their meeting. He'll make sure Pure Vanilla never once frowns. Because that's a normal, not gay thing to do, right?
Right.]