[Oh Ain. You really do always know just what to say, somehow. Vash feels his heart flutter, a dumb little pitter-pat against his ribs, as he glances over at Ain out of the corner of his eye when he pokes his neck. It stings just a bit, but this time in a good way, because it reminds him of the wonderful night they'd just had.
He chuckles, Ain successfully bringing that smile back as he turns his head to catch Ain's cheek with his lips, kissing him there while he's crouched into his space.]
Thanks, Ain.
[It's not a proper response, but he thinks Ain will get what he means.]
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He chuckles, Ain successfully bringing that smile back as he turns his head to catch Ain's cheek with his lips, kissing him there while he's crouched into his space.]
Thanks, Ain.
[It's not a proper response, but he thinks Ain will get what he means.]