[Vash huffs out a soft laugh at that, in spite of himself.]
Jealous? Of me?
[He could say the same about Ain, who is just so...different from anyone else he's ever known. He's so vibrant and unique. Quirky, sassy. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, or- perhaps at times- he simply lacks the concept that what's on his mind shouldn't be said. For Vash, it doesn't matter. Ain has become a rock in what is otherwise a constantly tumultuous storm. Vash is reminded of that as they lay there together, wrapped up in each other like lovers, though they don't have the vocabulary to put it into words.
He presses his face to Ain's neck again, impulsively kissing him there.]
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Jealous? Of me?
[He could say the same about Ain, who is just so...different from anyone else he's ever known. He's so vibrant and unique. Quirky, sassy. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, or- perhaps at times- he simply lacks the concept that what's on his mind shouldn't be said. For Vash, it doesn't matter. Ain has become a rock in what is otherwise a constantly tumultuous storm. Vash is reminded of that as they lay there together, wrapped up in each other like lovers, though they don't have the vocabulary to put it into words.
He presses his face to Ain's neck again, impulsively kissing him there.]
I'm not that special. ...but thank you.