[Vash isn't sure if Ain's wings are just massive, or if this apartment is just small and sad...or if it's both. It's probably both. Either way, he has to sit back even more now that Ain is moving to sit up, though with the way he was positioned against him, he may as well near be in Vash's lap at this point. It's fine, it's fine, this is not the first time Ain has been practically hanging off him, and it certainly will not be the last.
Also, yes, that is quite ominous...but Vash is a good, Christian boy, so he has no idea what that could mean. Ain just doesn't want him to touch there and so, he won't. Or at least, he'll try his best not to...
Ain's wings are so soft. They're really nice to touch, and thus he's gentle as he starts to comb his fingers through them. Easy around the primaries and tertiaries, letting his fingertips do most of the work. And, as Ain said it would, the feathers just sort of pull away in his hands. He doesn't have to do much, save for shaking the feather clumps off his hand over the side of the couch every so often.]
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Also, yes, that is quite ominous...but Vash is a good, Christian boy, so he has no idea what that could mean. Ain just doesn't want him to touch there and so, he won't. Or at least, he'll try his best not to...
Ain's wings are so soft. They're really nice to touch, and thus he's gentle as he starts to comb his fingers through them. Easy around the primaries and tertiaries, letting his fingertips do most of the work. And, as Ain said it would, the feathers just sort of pull away in his hands. He doesn't have to do much, save for shaking the feather clumps off his hand over the side of the couch every so often.]
There you go...that feels better, doesn't it?