[Oh, hi, those are Ain's hands against his chest...to which Vash will not hide the way he arches a little into his palms, shrugging his shoulders to make it easier to pull his jacket off. It's easily tossed...somewhere, they don't need it. In the meantime, Vash is still tracing Ain's sides lazily, having made it to that dangerous part just underneath where his wings connect to his shoulders.]
I know...but we were talking, it would have been rude...
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I know...but we were talking, it would have been rude...
[In front of everyone's salad, no less.]