[At this point, Vash is on his third mimosa. He is only just now starting to feel pretty damn tipsy all things considered (it’s DANGEROUSLY easy to blow through these fruity drinks, they don’t taste alcoholic to him even a little), and they’re going to be making him have the munchies too if they don’t already have snacks. It’s a dangerous combination, and Chung chooses to say that just as he’s taking another drink.
Ain…mentioned that once. “Mating”. The idea that such an act would be not only more intimate between them, but permanently binding…he hadn’t really explained it well, nor did he seem eager to get into details at the time.
Vash sits up, his cheeks flaring a little darker red as he shifts his glass to his non-metal hand, just in case.]
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Ain…mentioned that once. “Mating”. The idea that such an act would be not only more intimate between them, but permanently binding…he hadn’t really explained it well, nor did he seem eager to get into details at the time.
Vash sits up, his cheeks flaring a little darker red as he shifts his glass to his non-metal hand, just in case.]
A-ahah…I- sorry?