[Silicone boyfriends! Come on, plastic doesn't clean well!
Vash leans in to whisper to him and Ain full-on clonks their heads together like they're about to snuggle, because he is... Fucked Up two drinks into the night, and about to start on a third when the lovely bartender sees them making asses of themselves and politely brings them more drinks. It takes him a genuine minute of snuggling before he realises Vash even spoke to him over the grating sounds of Taylor Swift.]
Mm... you can trust them. Mr. Ancient thinks you're a groundhog. [mole rat.] He's onto you, and you don't want him onto you. He knows how to get information. He's like...
[Ain flip flops his wrist around, then sinks into the back of the pleather couch. Comfy.]
One of those. You know? Like in movies. A... [English is leaving him,] Superspion. Der bisexueller Hacker.
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Vash leans in to whisper to him and Ain full-on clonks their heads together like they're about to snuggle, because he is... Fucked Up two drinks into the night, and about to start on a third when the lovely bartender sees them making asses of themselves and politely brings them more drinks. It takes him a genuine minute of snuggling before he realises Vash even spoke to him over the grating sounds of Taylor Swift.]
Mm... you can trust them. Mr. Ancient thinks you're a groundhog. [mole rat.] He's onto you, and you don't want him onto you. He knows how to get information. He's like...
[Ain flip flops his wrist around, then sinks into the back of the pleather couch. Comfy.]
One of those. You know? Like in movies. A... [English is leaving him,] Superspion. Der bisexueller Hacker.
[why]