[It's getting painful to have his discussion from over his shoulder, so. Ain leans back a bit, until he's at an angle which he can look Vash in the eye. Comically, this means he's leaning against the man.]
You're stupid. [He likes that in a man.] I should have been more forward with you, so it's my fault. I didn't want you to feel awkward.
[Maybe it's too late now. The glance Ain's fixing him with is coquettish, like he really is about to pounce on him for real. He's behaving so far.]
When I said I would pounce on you, I meant it in more of a... hm, playful way. A "we're going to be in bed soon" way.
...
You're not straight, right? [PLEASE do not be straight—]
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You're stupid. [He likes that in a man.] I should have been more forward with you, so it's my fault. I didn't want you to feel awkward.
[Maybe it's too late now. The glance Ain's fixing him with is coquettish, like he really is about to pounce on him for real. He's behaving so far.]
When I said I would pounce on you, I meant it in more of a... hm, playful way. A "we're going to be in bed soon" way.
...
You're not straight, right? [PLEASE do not be straight—]