[Ain disagrees with that, because there's an ugly-ass bright neon yellow collar that would not look good on his pasty white ass no matter how you slice it, but he doesn't have time to complain about it. He stands still while Vash clips the collar around his neck, and manages to not externalize the whole-ass moment he's having over this.
Internally, he's having heart palpitations, and that gross desire to kiss Vash again, except he has to reign it in like he did earlier. This feels like an opportune time to crawl into a certain blonde's lap and kiss him stupid, yet they are Standing In Public so that's not an option.
So. Instead of doing anything outwardly-passionate about the simple act of Vash actually locking the collar around his neck, Ain merely starts to trill in the back of his throat at it. He is a very happy boy. Happier still when Vash comments that it looks perfect, and even more thrilled when he turns his attention to a mirror nearby. He brings a hand up to rub at the material briefly, pointedly ignores the dusting of pink on his cheeks, and then turns back to Vash.]
You're right, it is perfect. [Other than the fact there's still like, a pricetag on it that sort of itches against his skin. But that'll be removed before they leave.] You picked a nice one!
[Trilling continues. Luckily this is a pet shop and this sort of behaviour is definitely normal.]
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Internally, he's having heart palpitations, and that gross desire to kiss Vash again, except he has to reign it in like he did earlier. This feels like an opportune time to crawl into a certain blonde's lap and kiss him stupid, yet they are Standing In Public so that's not an option.
So. Instead of doing anything outwardly-passionate about the simple act of Vash actually locking the collar around his neck, Ain merely starts to trill in the back of his throat at it. He is a very happy boy. Happier still when Vash comments that it looks perfect, and even more thrilled when he turns his attention to a mirror nearby. He brings a hand up to rub at the material briefly, pointedly ignores the dusting of pink on his cheeks, and then turns back to Vash.]
You're right, it is perfect. [Other than the fact there's still like, a pricetag on it that sort of itches against his skin. But that'll be removed before they leave.] You picked a nice one!
[Trilling continues. Luckily this is a pet shop and this sort of behaviour is definitely normal.]