[Yeah no, Vash is Fucking Dead. Or unconscious, at the very least. Ain didn't murder him for real, just came....dangerously close. As such, Vash is pretty much dead weight in bed as Ain maneuvers him around so he can strip the sheets and replace them with the clean comforter he stole, getting everything sorted as best he can. Vash will doubly appreciate Ain going to the trouble of cleaning him up, though he has no idea the storm that awaits him once he actually manages to get into the shower...
His ass, for many reasons, is not going to be happy.
But that's a problem for future Vash to worry about. He isn't expecting to just sleep the whole night, but...the exhaustion overtakes him, he can't not sleep. Especially not if Ain is going to wrap him up in his wings all soft, warm, and cozy, because it's still gently snowing outside. It means that the morning won't bring with it sunlight that wakes them, but instead a sort of muffled haze that rouses you slowly, coaxing you to stay in bed because bed warm.
Bed and bird warm. That's how Vash wakes, much, much later than normal (though not as late as yesterday), with his head resting against the top of Ain's. They won't miss breakfast probably, but with how Vash is feeling right now...he's not sure he wants to move, much less think about getting up.
So he won't. He'll just shift ever so slightly, pulling his fingers through the back of Ain's hair before kissing the top of his head, sleepily. It's all slowly coming back to him now that he's sobered up in two different ways. His body aches, his head hurts, yet he feels...so unbelievably loved that he doesn't care about any of that. He just hugs Ain close to him, finally getting that contact he'd been craving.]
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His ass, for many reasons, is not going to be happy.
But that's a problem for future Vash to worry about. He isn't expecting to just sleep the whole night, but...the exhaustion overtakes him, he can't not sleep. Especially not if Ain is going to wrap him up in his wings all soft, warm, and cozy, because it's still gently snowing outside. It means that the morning won't bring with it sunlight that wakes them, but instead a sort of muffled haze that rouses you slowly, coaxing you to stay in bed because bed warm.
Bed and bird warm. That's how Vash wakes, much, much later than normal (though not as late as yesterday), with his head resting against the top of Ain's. They won't miss breakfast probably, but with how Vash is feeling right now...he's not sure he wants to move, much less think about getting up.
So he won't. He'll just shift ever so slightly, pulling his fingers through the back of Ain's hair before kissing the top of his head, sleepily. It's all slowly coming back to him now that he's sobered up in two different ways. His body aches, his head hurts, yet he feels...so unbelievably loved that he doesn't care about any of that. He just hugs Ain close to him, finally getting that contact he'd been craving.]
...Ain?