[The Dachies are gone, bro, big Dachie picked up little Dachie the second Ain started to let his hands wander. They will be in someone else's room stealing their snacks.
It's apparently real difficult to get someone's shirt off when you're pressed to them, something that Ain — in his intoxicated stupor — is clearly not entirely aware of. He tugs at the fabric, finds that it doesn't give (because he is kind of laying on top of his own hands here) and breathes out a sigh against Vash's lips. Babe, your shirt? It's stuck??
Oh well. Shirt can wait. Ain still has his hands against Vash's chest now, and that's really what matters, at the end of the day.]
I have so much I want to show you, [he breathes, and then dives back in for more kisses between words.] I... mm... want to do so much with you...
[His mind is swimming with possibilities. How can he corrupt Vash further, what nasty things can they do before the night ends?]
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It's apparently real difficult to get someone's shirt off when you're pressed to them, something that Ain — in his intoxicated stupor — is clearly not entirely aware of. He tugs at the fabric, finds that it doesn't give (because he is kind of laying on top of his own hands here) and breathes out a sigh against Vash's lips. Babe, your shirt? It's stuck??
Oh well. Shirt can wait. Ain still has his hands against Vash's chest now, and that's really what matters, at the end of the day.]
I have so much I want to show you, [he breathes, and then dives back in for more kisses between words.] I... mm... want to do so much with you...
[His mind is swimming with possibilities. How can he corrupt Vash further, what nasty things can they do before the night ends?]