[Ain is Looking at all those hickies from last night like :) Vash normally looks like he's been put through a blender, but it's way worse since Ain has marked him fucking everywhere. He's so mad at himself for not leaving some on the man's thighs so that when he takes his pants off he's reminded of their Couch Antics.
...and then it's his turn to blush when he gets a kiss, and dumbfounded, he just watches Vash trundle off into the bathroom before his wings give the littlest flutter and he sits down on the edge of the bed to dress himself. It's not a difficult process; his pants are pants and his shirts all just tie in the back, so he's able to get dressed in a few minutes. No sight of the hair ribbon... Vash must have taken it with him. Cute.
Ain hums a little tune to himself as he combs out his hair. Part of his hair on the right side of his head is longer, just because he usually keeps it in a little braid, so unlike the rest of his curls, it requires some actual work. Combing it down with his fingers and braiding it, and then clipping his accessories onto it and letting it sit. Everything else he just fluffs up with his hands.
Then, he turns to where Vash left his prosthetic, frowning heavily at the hairline cracks in it, at the chipped part where the bullet ricocheted. Dammit. This is Ain's fault, if he'd just walked over to the door and stood in front of it, they wouldn't have...
He reaches out and runs a thumb over the smooth metal, not disturbing it otherwise. There might be someone who can fix this up, but... ah, Ain would have to go back to his hometown to find her, and he really... really doesn't want to. Mostly because his last Owner is probably still there wondering where he ran off to... sigh. Ain has a lot of magic, but his magic can't fix this. It's out of his wheelhouse.]
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...and then it's his turn to blush when he gets a kiss, and dumbfounded, he just watches Vash trundle off into the bathroom before his wings give the littlest flutter and he sits down on the edge of the bed to dress himself. It's not a difficult process; his pants are pants and his shirts all just tie in the back, so he's able to get dressed in a few minutes. No sight of the hair ribbon... Vash must have taken it with him. Cute.
Ain hums a little tune to himself as he combs out his hair. Part of his hair on the right side of his head is longer, just because he usually keeps it in a little braid, so unlike the rest of his curls, it requires some actual work. Combing it down with his fingers and braiding it, and then clipping his accessories onto it and letting it sit. Everything else he just fluffs up with his hands.
Then, he turns to where Vash left his prosthetic, frowning heavily at the hairline cracks in it, at the chipped part where the bullet ricocheted. Dammit. This is Ain's fault, if he'd just walked over to the door and stood in front of it, they wouldn't have...
He reaches out and runs a thumb over the smooth metal, not disturbing it otherwise. There might be someone who can fix this up, but... ah, Ain would have to go back to his hometown to find her, and he really... really doesn't want to. Mostly because his last Owner is probably still there wondering where he ran off to... sigh. Ain has a lot of magic, but his magic can't fix this. It's out of his wheelhouse.]