N-no no! It's okay...you didn't do anything wrong.
[All of a sudden, Vash is wrapped up in Ain's wings, and he honestly can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. Ain has this strange way of diffusing a situation without even meaning to, taking the tension out of the room like someone going at a balloon with a sewing needle. He sags a bit against the couch cushions as Ain rests forward on his chest, taking advantage of the breather to just trace his fingers through the backs of Ain's wings again.]
I'm nothing special, really.
[He remarks, though it's more matter-of-fact than it is at all self-depreciating. Like he's commenting on the weather.]
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[All of a sudden, Vash is wrapped up in Ain's wings, and he honestly can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. Ain has this strange way of diffusing a situation without even meaning to, taking the tension out of the room like someone going at a balloon with a sewing needle. He sags a bit against the couch cushions as Ain rests forward on his chest, taking advantage of the breather to just trace his fingers through the backs of Ain's wings again.]
I'm nothing special, really.
[He remarks, though it's more matter-of-fact than it is at all self-depreciating. Like he's commenting on the weather.]
You're the pretty one. You're so...perfect.