[Vash shrugs one shoulder, rubbing the space between Ain’s wings. It’s…very tempting to drag his hand through those feathers, wanting to feel the softness of his wings. But…he knows what would happen if he did. They’d be late leaving…if they even left before morning at all.
On a whim, Vash leans back in to kiss Ain’s nose.]
And it makes me happy, too. I can’t really explain it.
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[Vash shrugs one shoulder, rubbing the space between Ain’s wings. It’s…very tempting to drag his hand through those feathers, wanting to feel the softness of his wings. But…he knows what would happen if he did. They’d be late leaving…if they even left before morning at all.
On a whim, Vash leans back in to kiss Ain’s nose.]
And it makes me happy, too. I can’t really explain it.