[Ain...Ain you're taller than he is. But if you want to be a little guy, then who is he to stop you?
Vash, of course, is left briefly at a loss for words. He's never thought of himself in...anything remotely nice looking. He's pretty shabby most of the time, wearing the same oversized red coat, same tattered undershirt and pants that hide his copious scars, same glasses. And his prosthetic, of course, is the same, because that's not so easily replaced...and of course, he's never been exactly a wealthy man, so anything like that would typically be off the table.
Not so, perhaps, for a bird capable of procuring as many trinkets as he desires, assuming he's able to do so without getting caught.
Vash's lips quirk, purse for a moment, then eventually settle into a resigned smile as he brings a hand down to rest on top of Ain's head, brushing his fingers gently over his light hair.]
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Vash, of course, is left briefly at a loss for words. He's never thought of himself in...anything remotely nice looking. He's pretty shabby most of the time, wearing the same oversized red coat, same tattered undershirt and pants that hide his copious scars, same glasses. And his prosthetic, of course, is the same, because that's not so easily replaced...and of course, he's never been exactly a wealthy man, so anything like that would typically be off the table.
Not so, perhaps, for a bird capable of procuring as many trinkets as he desires, assuming he's able to do so without getting caught.
Vash's lips quirk, purse for a moment, then eventually settle into a resigned smile as he brings a hand down to rest on top of Ain's head, brushing his fingers gently over his light hair.]
What's wrong with my hair, huh?