[It's funny, how holding hands like this feels more serious to Vash, somehow, than having sex. Maybe he's learned all of these things a bit backwards...because the way Ain kisses his hand like that makes his heart do a flip in his chest, and for a few seconds he feels like he can't breathe. Ain is at least quick to remember himself and drops their hands, but not quick enough for Vash to not feel super gay about it.
Back into the inn they go, leaving behind their odd little winged snowman behind the inn. If the snow keeps up as it has all week...he may just stay there a while, as a reminder they were here.
As they head back inside, the lobby is packed with people trying to keep warm from the cold. Just like the other day, there's complimentary hot chocolate available for guests, which Vash tugs Ain over to make some of their own. There's even a little dish of mini marshmallows for it and everything. Vash, too caught up in thoughts about............everything, does not notice how people are kindof just. Watching them sidelong, because Vash hasn't once let Ain's hand go. He's standing very close, cheeks flushed red both from the cold as much as it's from close proximity with Ain.
It's all Very Suss, but so many people staying here remember Ain as that pretty bird that sang on the streetcorner that they forget to judge. Mostly.
But with that, it's back to their room. To enjoy their hot chocolate, and a nice warm shower, and then to just...exist for one more night before they have to step back into the unknown, back into a world that's cruel, unforgiving, and will waste no time tearing them down.]
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Back into the inn they go, leaving behind their odd little winged snowman behind the inn. If the snow keeps up as it has all week...he may just stay there a while, as a reminder they were here.
As they head back inside, the lobby is packed with people trying to keep warm from the cold. Just like the other day, there's complimentary hot chocolate available for guests, which Vash tugs Ain over to make some of their own. There's even a little dish of mini marshmallows for it and everything. Vash, too caught up in thoughts about............everything, does not notice how people are kindof just. Watching them sidelong, because Vash hasn't once let Ain's hand go. He's standing very close, cheeks flushed red both from the cold as much as it's from close proximity with Ain.
It's all Very Suss, but so many people staying here remember Ain as that pretty bird that sang on the streetcorner that they forget to judge. Mostly.
But with that, it's back to their room. To enjoy their hot chocolate, and a nice warm shower, and then to just...exist for one more night before they have to step back into the unknown, back into a world that's cruel, unforgiving, and will waste no time tearing them down.]