[He looks happy, going to town on food like he's never seen it in his life. Ain has a fleeting, distant thought that if they ever get to settle down for real, he'll learn to cook for Vash and maybe that'll be his love langu...age... hhhhhh bad bad bad emotions are BAD.
Ain's anxiety is screaming at him to quit while he's ahead, but he can't stop looking at Vash with this stupidly soft expression, a far cry from how frazzled he was when he entered the room.]
Haha, sorry. [And he reaches for the hot chocolate, putting aside his milkshake for now. There's a vast difference in temperatures here. Maybe he should not have gotten cold drinks, but also... milkshake...] I'll give you a massage some time.
[Munch, munch... sip...
...
Whenever they're done, or nearly done eating, Ain speaks up again, leaning over to dig into the bag.]
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Ain's anxiety is screaming at him to quit while he's ahead, but he can't stop looking at Vash with this stupidly soft expression, a far cry from how frazzled he was when he entered the room.]
Haha, sorry. [And he reaches for the hot chocolate, putting aside his milkshake for now. There's a vast difference in temperatures here. Maybe he should not have gotten cold drinks, but also... milkshake...] I'll give you a massage some time.
[Munch, munch... sip...
...
Whenever they're done, or nearly done eating, Ain speaks up again, leaning over to dig into the bag.]
Close your eyes for me?