[A lot is an understatement, but fortunately it seems like Vash is an eager golden retriever by way of being excited to learn. Honestly, it's sometimes in question as to who is the pet, and who is the owner in this arrangement...
Vash nods quickly, shifting a little in his seat to try to get comfortable. Ain has already made himself comfortable on top of those gangly legs of his, yet he feels like he should be doing more. Should he put his hands somewhere else? Is his mechanical arm going to be a problem? He knows that the metal is cold and unforgiving, which is why he's been trying to avoid using it too much to play with those soft feathers...but those thoughts get brushed to the wayside as Ain takes his face between his hands, squishing his cheeks together just a tiny bit. It's downright comical how much of a cartoon person Vash manages to look like, sometimes, yet even as Ain is trying his best to beam "please tell me if I need to stop because consent is sexy" vibes at him, Vash seems perfectly fine with everything.
If anything, he's just anxious to do a good job, for Ain. Which is why, when the bird finally does lean in to kiss him, a soft sound escapes the back of his throat. It's only mildly surprised- he knew it was coming, after all- and there isn't much time for him to think before Ain shuffles the kiss along gently.
Mimicry...
Vash decides to move his hands, shifting them so that the prosthetic rests on his hip while his other still cradles the back of Ain's head, and from there the only thing left to do is to try to reciprocate. Tilting his head a little as if to mirror his movements, his mouth moving tentatively. It's...not even a terrible kiss actually, mostly because Vash is too focused on doing exactly what Ain does to get over-eager and shove his tongue into his mouth or something.]
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Vash nods quickly, shifting a little in his seat to try to get comfortable. Ain has already made himself comfortable on top of those gangly legs of his, yet he feels like he should be doing more. Should he put his hands somewhere else? Is his mechanical arm going to be a problem? He knows that the metal is cold and unforgiving, which is why he's been trying to avoid using it too much to play with those soft feathers...but those thoughts get brushed to the wayside as Ain takes his face between his hands, squishing his cheeks together just a tiny bit. It's downright comical how much of a cartoon person Vash manages to look like, sometimes, yet even as Ain is trying his best to beam "please tell me if I need to stop because consent is sexy" vibes at him, Vash seems perfectly fine with everything.
If anything, he's just anxious to do a good job, for Ain. Which is why, when the bird finally does lean in to kiss him, a soft sound escapes the back of his throat. It's only mildly surprised- he knew it was coming, after all- and there isn't much time for him to think before Ain shuffles the kiss along gently.
Mimicry...
Vash decides to move his hands, shifting them so that the prosthetic rests on his hip while his other still cradles the back of Ain's head, and from there the only thing left to do is to try to reciprocate. Tilting his head a little as if to mirror his movements, his mouth moving tentatively. It's...not even a terrible kiss actually, mostly because Vash is too focused on doing exactly what Ain does to get over-eager and shove his tongue into his mouth or something.]