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PET PERSON MEME

>> premise

Hello, and welcome to The Care and Keeping of Your Pet! As you surely know, a pet is a big responsibility, and we're so glad you've decided to be a concientious master. A safe pet is a happy pet, and this handbook is certain to keep your precious lifelong friend as content as can be.

The history of the animal person is a long and difficult one, with their origins not being known even to this day. However, scientists believe that despite our common appearance - most animal people have humanoid forms except for the ears, tails, and sometimes teeth - we share no common ancestry, even if the ascent of this species corresponds with that of the homo sapien. We gained dominance over each breed thousands of years ago, beginning with the dog type, who have long been considered "man's best friend." Most breeds these days are docile and perfect for owners of any speed.

Of course, it is our duty as the superior species to take care of these animal creatures, and this is inherent in their genetic makeup. Everyone knows that an animal person, when matched with their correct human master, is loyal for life - a true "soulmate," if you will. Far be it for us to turn this away! Ever since the Great Domestication, these intelligent and loving animals have served us as friends, workmates, guardians, servants, and sexual companions and will for years to come. Despite recent hubbub from so-called "Pet People's Rights Activists," this way of life is wholesome and good. Scientific research shows that the natural desire of the pet person is to be owned and cared for by a human.

So, it's your first pet. What do you need to know?

As previously stated, pet people come in as many breeds as you can possibly think of. By far and away the most popular are the dog and cat types, but exotic birds and lizards have been gaining popularity among trendsetters from L.A. to Tokyo!
All pet types are best suited for certain jobs, and when hunting for one, it is best to search for a type that suits your needs best.
However, a "True Match" - when a pet person bonds with you and only you for the rest of their natural lives - comes naturally, and sometimes takes time before you can find the pet you will be able to give a forever home to.
According to all current research, pet people are completely sentient and like us in many ways. However, it is important to remember that they have many animalistic and feral characteristics. Do not be foolish and think that your pet is a person, despite the facts that many are clothed and may be allowed to read, write, and have "hobbies." Some traditional pet owners may eschew these frivolities, and that is within their right.
Pet people age more quickly than humans, at least physically, and many types have long lifespans. It is not uncommon for pets to be passed through the family. When getting your child their first pet, it's important to keep in mind that just because the pup is tiny now, a grown pet can be jumpy around a small child.
It is important to train a pet. Discipline will be necessary. This does not make you a bad owner. Failure to train early will result in a rebellious pet. Training is especially important if you want your pet to serve as a household servant.
Remember, your pet will be extremely protective of you, especially if you are Truly Bonded. It is best to socialize them early. A socialized pet is a perfect family pet.
These days, unowned and unbonded pet people are allowed to live as strays or "Frees" in certain designated areas. Some even hold "jobs." This is against their best interest, and owners who adopt these strays are to be rewarded. Still, the best place to get pets are from liscenced kennels or breeders.
Some masters find it beneficial to participate in activities with their pets, such as shows and other competitions.
Finally, much has been made about the sexual relationship between pet and master. This is a normal facet of the bond, and humans are sure to find pet people sexually alluring. But beyond that, it is only responsible and prudent for owners to care for their pet's needs. It is a well-known fact that the libidos of pet people are remarkably strong, and when they go into heat, it is usually more convenient for a master to relieve them. There is no risk of pregnancy. All rumors of hybrids are urban legends.
Despite this, masters must remember to not view their pets as romantic partners. Humans should stay with humans.

With that said, thank you and welcome to your first day as a pet's master!

>> how to play

Needless to say, The Care and Keeping of Your Pet is a bit biased and full of propaganda, but it gives a good idea of the world your character is now AU's into. They are either a pet person or a human master, and what that means for them varies.

So are they a devoted pet or a rebellious animal person looking to buck the system? A generous master or a cruel sexual sadist? Just a normal pet owner? Most likely they're something in between, but when you're raised in this world, it's difficult to see anything different on the horizon.

Rules

Comment with your character and say whether they'd be a master or a pet. Ideally, they could be played as both. Mention what kind of each they'd be and what they'd be like, (ie: "Xx-chan is a bunny girl who is happy to please her master" or "Asterothia is a cat boy who is aloof but loyal to his true master"). For pets, be sure to include features ("wolf ears, tail, teeth).

REMEMBER, pet does not automatically equal submissive and master automatically equal dominant. This is not a BDSM setting though BDSM can be included. How far you want to go with the actual "pet" aspect is up to you, as well. Your pet could just be your slightly-furry roommate or soulmate!
Comment to others.
Play out the scene.

>> prompts

This by no means an all-inclusive list, but it should get you going in the right direction.

First Time Pet/Owner: Usually, pets are gotten at a young age; you're an old dog. Can you learn new tricks?
True Bond: What all masters and pets yearn for...the pet's loyalty and adoration for life.
Love: It's expected for masters to love their pets, but to love them? Romance is strictly forbidden.
Old "Couple": Master and pet have grown together and know each other. You know, know each other.
Loss of Master: The pet has lost their master, perhaps even their True Bond. Is it possible to move on?
Young Master/Older Pet: Pets age quicker than masters, so it's possible to end up with a bit of an "age" difference.
Family Pet: This pet's been raised as part of the family. What happens when their feelings for a family member get more than platonic.
For Your Protection: You don't want to be a master, but you have to take in a pet for their protection lest they be in danger from the general public.
Stray: You're a stray or a "Free." Can you live like this with your biology screaming for you to make a match?
Servant: You're more servant than pet.
All Sex, All the Time: The only purpose for this pet is to service the master, and not in a way that means cleaning their house.
Guard: You're a loyal bodyguard, a service pet. You'll do anything for your master. Anything.
Pet Play: This is for those who prefer to keep their animals on leashes, have them eat from bowls, and keep away from clothing.
Breaking In: Training is important with any pet.
In Love with Another Master...or Pet: To lust after another's master is no better than treason, and to wish to be with another pet just cruel!
Punishment: Bad dog, no nookie!
Heat: All pets go into heat, and it's the responsibility of the owner to take care of this problem. After all, unchecked dry humping kills thousands every year.
Breeding: Breeders know the best qualities in each type and mate the cream of the crop together to continue lines. It's a hobby for some, a calling for others.
Territorial: Hey, hey, other dog person! This is your apartment. Stay the fuck out!
Kennel: Kennels are where unadopted pets are kept. They're generally agreed to be depressing places. Why not volunteer at one, keeping the pets healthy and happy with the kind of affection only humans can show?
Rebelling Against the System: Damn the Man! Pet people are people, too! Just be careful not to get talk. You know what happens to bad pets.
Instant Attraction: You ever just look at someone and know they're the one? That they're...your master? But what if you've been trying to fight it? Well, don't try!
Dominant Pet: You might be the pet, but you call the shots, at least in the bedroom.
Pet Show: Everyone wants to show off how perfect their animal is. Look at that ass! And you'll never believe their special skills...
Therapeutic: Pets, especially those bred for their kindliness, are perfect therapy for those who've been through trauma and heartache.
Jealousy: Who's that around your master? Oh, hell no. They better not be touching them!
Petting: Pet people are absolutely gaga for being touched. Even the most steely ones turn to mush for rubs.
Games: Playing with your pet and giving them exercise is a key to happiness. Of course, with a pet person, you might want to use other toys instead of a ball.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Listen, Ain was an airheaded virgin once and now he's. like. decidedly not that, even if it's been a bit because he's spent months cuddling up to Vash and not getting his dick wet with whoeverthefuck. Don't worry about the promise of "next time", Ain is just high-energy.]

Haha... I have a lot to show you, don't I?

[Oh Vash sweetie you got a big storm comin'—

Especially when his hand is pulling through the tailfeathers, and Ain visibly shudders in his lap. Sir. Sir, he's trying to not become a mess already.

Ain plops his hands on either side of Vash's face, thumbs resting gently on his cheekbones. There's a look in his eyes that says no seriously tell me if you need me to stop, and he quietly mentally realises he has no way to explain this with words, so quick sidebar:]

Mimicry is your best friend.

[Okay. Now he tilts his head and dips in for a kiss, all soft and sweet. It's chaste, because he's trying not to frighten Vash off already, or intimidate him, or otherwise be The Worst... he waits a few moments until he starts to gently move his lips against the other's. Not too hard to follow, he hopes.]

[A lot is an understatement, but fortunately it seems like Vash is an eager golden retriever by way of being excited to learn. Honestly, it's sometimes in question as to who is the pet, and who is the owner in this arrangement...

Vash nods quickly, shifting a little in his seat to try to get comfortable. Ain has already made himself comfortable on top of those gangly legs of his, yet he feels like he should be doing more. Should he put his hands somewhere else? Is his mechanical arm going to be a problem? He knows that the metal is cold and unforgiving, which is why he's been trying to avoid using it too much to play with those soft feathers...but those thoughts get brushed to the wayside as Ain takes his face between his hands, squishing his cheeks together just a tiny bit. It's downright comical how much of a cartoon person Vash manages to look like, sometimes, yet even as Ain is trying his best to beam "please tell me if I need to stop because consent is sexy" vibes at him, Vash seems perfectly fine with everything.

If anything, he's just anxious to do a good job, for Ain. Which is why, when the bird finally does lean in to kiss him, a soft sound escapes the back of his throat. It's only mildly surprised- he knew it was coming, after all- and there isn't much time for him to think before Ain shuffles the kiss along gently.

Mimicry...

Vash decides to move his hands, shifting them so that the prosthetic rests on his hip while his other still cradles the back of Ain's head, and from there the only thing left to do is to try to reciprocate. Tilting his head a little as if to mirror his movements, his mouth moving tentatively. It's...not even a terrible kiss actually, mostly because Vash is too focused on doing exactly what Ain does to get over-eager and shove his tongue into his mouth or something.]

[Normally it's Ain who has no thoughts in his head. Amazing how roles reverse sometimes. Society would be so mad at them for this, but then again, the world is already pissed at them for other reasons. What's one more thing?

Ain's hands move to rest upon Vash's shoulders instead, since he seems to be catching up. Eventually, hands are just going to get in the way when they really get into it. The hands on him are nice, actually. Nice and more than welcome. Ain doesn't mind the cold metal of Vash's prosthetic, despite the other's internalized worries over it.

Ah, he's cute... it's not fairrrr, Ain's trying to be good and take it slow but what he really, really wants to do is see how many buttons he can press before they have to retreat to the bedroom. Life is so hard, it's so difficult being Ain, et cetera. He has no self-control and he wants to be the over-eager one with his tongue in Vash's mouth. Wordlessly, with that in mind, he parts his lips. Vash won't get that signal, he knows it, so it's Ain who initiates, a little kitten-lick to his bottom lip.

Yes he is half-smirking into their kiss, shut up—]

[Vash definitely does not catch on to what that means, mostly because everything is so new to him that he would just as readily assume that the lick to his lips is all part of kissing. Just that alone enough to make his heart race in his chest, his fingertips ever-so-lightly pressing into Ain's hair.

Is that the next step, then? He seems to be taking Ain's instructions to heart, because instead of reflexively opening his mouth...he, in turn, copies him by tentatively letting his tongue flick out against Ain's bottom lip, a shiver rushing up his spine at the immediate way it feels odd to his brain, yet right all at the same time.

He chuckles in spite of himself, a quick puff of air through his nose. God he hopes that's right.]

[Oh, that's very right. Ain almost chuckles at it, because in some ways, it's kind of funny. Maybe these are bad lessons, maybe he should find a way to artfully say "we are going to swap spit and it will be weirdly hot", but that means breaking the kiss. And that's illegal.

No words, only action. Ain moves a hand into Vash's hair, like he promised he would earlier when he was half-joking around about doing so. It's soft, he notes. Makes sense, since it always fluffs up as it does, but he finds his fingers threading through the short strands and trying to twirl them regardless.

Pretty...

Ain hums approvingly in the back of his throat, giving a cursory lick into Vash's mouth. Cursory lasts all of five seconds before he's trying to lick his way further inside. It's not like he's trying to choke Vash with his tongue, but also he's not not doing that.]

[Honestly at this point, Vash is just assuming that if Ain is doing it, then that's what you're supposed to do. He trusts his pet, he'd never lie to him...plus it feels right, so clearly Ain knows what he's talking about. Sure, Ain definitely likes to talk a lot, and it's probably partially because he just likes hearing the sound of his own voice, but............Vash can't blame him for that. He likes hearing it too, so they're in the same boat.

Vash's eyes widen a small fraction when he feels Ain's hand slip up into his hair, immediately leading him down the path of realizing that- boy- having your hair played with is very nice. He lets out a soft, pleased sound without meaning to, leaning a bit into the touch of his hands just as Ain is licking his way past his lips and into his mouth proper. And this time...he doesn't even think about it as he opens his mouth in reply, his eyes drifting half closed.

This...should be weird. It should, shouldn't it? But Vash has been on this planet longer than most people have been alive, he's seen people kiss a thousand times before. He knows how it's supposed to work, technically, it just always seemed strange and uncomfortable all those times he's observed it. And also...wet. Very wet.

This is turning out to be some of those things (wet, mostly), but what it is not is uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact...]

Mm...

[There, see, he's getting it. Or maybe what he's mostly getting is Ain tilting their heads back so they can deepen the kiss, or maybe he's getting more "suffocating" and less "actually making out" but still. Ain's having fun, and it sounds like Vash is, too.

It's only when oxygen becomes an absolute necessity that Ain lets the kiss break, unaware just how much his lungs were screaming for air. Still, he doesn't let it break very much, still an inch or so from his master's lips as he speaks up.]

You're a quick learner. What a good boy!

[WHICH one of them is the pet again]

[Hi, hello, he had no idea a kiss could make you feel like you're drowning, but like...in a good way. Vash actually gasps aloud when Ain decides to pull back, and he honestly cannot find the words to describe how he's feeling right now. His lips are tingling, and it feels like there's a fire burning just below the surface of his skin. His eyes flutter, and for a moment he's left dazed from it all, almost wishing he could just pull Ain back in against him. He doesn't, mostly because he's still breathless, yet the compliment is enough to leave him chuckling.]

R-really? Thank you, Ain...!

[Which one of them is the pet-]

You're...really good at this.

[Or, what he assumes must be good, because holy shit.]

[If asked what "cute aggression" is, Ain would say he doesn't know, but he sure is having it currently. It might show in his eyes, if they weren't a whole couple inches apart right now, but as it is his gaze is (hopefully) hidden. He doesn't know what he could possibly look like in this moment except for absolutely debauched, and this was just a little makeout session.

Self-control is so difficult. Who even wants this? Throw it in the trash, Ain is Going to pounce.]

I just have more experience, that's all. Haha, I'll get you there. [Tying into his "next time" promise, because there will be one. He's getting more feral by the second.] I'll take care of you, to make up for all the times you've done the same for me.

[This has a double-meaning. Like yes, he's going to show Vash how to play tonsil hockey like a pro and then get clingier and more possessive over him, no he is not allowed to use these skills on anyone else because he is Ain's and Ain doesn't want to share. But also. Also.

Ain moves a bit, past Vash's lips and to his cheek, to his jaw, and then further to his neck, peppering kisses along the way. Let no one say he's not affectionate in his cute-aggression. There are still no brakes on this train ride, at least until Vash tells him to knock it off. So.

He kisses the sensitive skin there, light and fluttery, trying — and failing — to reign in his need to bite. There's a little, playful nip that hardly leaves a mark behind, and then Ain's moving his hands again to pull at Vash's collar and jacket to get them out of the way. The more fabric he can move, the more places there are to kiss, and he will neglect no part of this man. None.]

A-ah-

[A little, stuttered exclamation leaves Vash under his breath as Ain suddenly moves to start kissing his face, then his neck. Again, the contact leaves him feeling pleasantly overwhelmed. It's the same way he felt when Rem held his hand for the first time. When she hugged him. When he hugged Nai. Affection, love...these things that Vash has craved for nigh on centuries, but has continually lacked. He closes his eyes for a moment, screwing them shut as he traces his metal hand up the middle of Ain's back, stopping just before he can get to his wings. He's careful not to touch them right now, instead using the leverage he has to pull him closer. It's easy to do since Vash is already leaning back against the couch cushions, making it so that Ain is more-or-less laying upright against his chest.

This...Vash understands, now, how this could become addicting. How this is seen as taboo for a lot of the population, to do such things with your pet.

Thing is...he's already on the fringes of the law. He's not sure he really gives a damn anymore.]

["This is illegal" and "someone will judge you" has never stopped them before, and it is the last thing on Ain's mind when he hears the noises. Oh boy he is Breaking Down, and fast. Do they really need clothes?? Why can't Ain just bite and kiss him all day, you don't need clothes for that, maybe he can get on his knees and show his master that his mouth does more than just sing songs all day—

Butanywaythatsforlater.

The hand pulling him closer is all the approval he really needs to continue down this path. They're about to become something that's way, way different from what they've been this entire time, if only because Ain can't keep his mouth off of the nearest pretty thing he sees to save his life, and that's fine with him. Seems fine with Vash, too.

If he were the least bit considerate, he might ask before he actually starts leaving marks, but he. does not do this. Ain simply goes for it, when he thinks he's kissed everywhere he can reach thus far, opening his mouth and biting down hard enough to leave teeth-shaped bruises in his wake. It's another minute before he speaks again, only when he's satisfied that he's sucked at least three marks over Vash's neck that he's going to have to hide with those high collars of his.]

So pretty... I want to claim you. You don't mind, right?

[did you want to ask that like sixty seconds ago—]

[I mean...at this point, it seems abundantly clear that Vash is 100% down with anything and everything Ain is, and that includes potentially having his clothes ripped off. He's not going to volunteer it of course, not because he doesn't want to, but more because...he knows that the scars that big red jacket hides aren't pretty. Nothing at all like Ain's beautiful plumage and unmarked skin. Speaking of unmarked...

Vash sure isn't anymore, and if Ain wanted to hear him make more sounds, he'll be getting exactly that. Vash tries to suppress an inward shiver at the sudden sensation of teeth digging into his skin, another gasp leaving him as Ain takes it upon himself to nibble and bite wherever he pleases. Vash...isn't overly concerned about being seen, mostly because he's not often without some sort of injury, and maybe a bite can be explained away by getting into a more-involved-than-usual tussle with somebody, or something. It's fine. He doubts he'll run into anyone who would care enough to ask anyway-

Either way. By the time Ain does finally stop, Vash's head is swimming. He can barely catch his breath, mostly focused on keeping the bird supported in his lap now that all of the blood in his body has rushed to his head.]

Of...of course not. ...I'm already...yours.

[Ain pulls back just long enough to get a good look at Vash and good god he's red. He's so red that were Ain not the cause of this, he'd think the guy has a fever or a really bad sunburn. But it's really nothing so innocent.

His wings flex happily a few times, like he might take off if they weren't indoors, and the trilling starts up for a half-minutes in the back of his throat. That's the thing about birds, is they're noisy constantly, even when their noises are a bit less-than-sexy. Songbirds are the worst. Ain is completely unaware he's even doing this as he excitedly starts sticking his hands up under Vash's shirt so he can pry it off.]

You look so cute~. Like you have a fever and everything. Do you need me to slow down a little before your head explodes?

[He'd prefer the blood to go in the opposite direction, really, so slowing down isn't exactly in his interests. But if Vash like... gets so flustered he passes out... Doesn't that happen to humans when all the blood goes to their head? They pass out somehow?

Ain, a healer: "Yeah that makes sense."

Anyway, as he's asking this, his hands are roaming the expanse of Vash's abdomen. Slowly.]

[Ain. Ain. What happened to that'sforlater-

The trilling is cute. Vash is well used to Ain's vocalizations by now, because...he's loud like this a lot of the time. The only time it can be worrying is when they're trying to keep a low profile and the guy can't seem to shut up, but fortunately he's not the only bird pet in this area. So long as he isn't too loud about it, they should manage to fly under the radar for the time being...not that Vash is even thinking about that currently as Ain continues to barrel forwards, suddenly reaching up underneath Vash's black undershirt.

There's a moment, then, where clarity returns to him and he hesitates. He doesn't pull back, exactly, and he's too late to stop Ain before he's already put hands to skin, but instead sitss there with worry etched into his features. The moment he touches him, he'll reach the veritable minefield of scars all over Vash's body, with the ones on his torso just the tip of the iceberg. (This is '98 Vash but its basically the same I could not find a visual of '23 that wasn't dark as hell ANYWAY).

The scars are old, most of them. They don't hurt, not unless it gets cold. Otherwise, he's bracing himself for Ain's comments on him being cute to fizzle, though he can't say he'd blame him for it if he did. Yet, despite all of these thoughts rolling around in Vash's head, he manages to laugh softly, this time to cover himself a bit.]

Hah....maybe...just a little.

[Okay, slowing down acknowledged. The singing does not stop, though, like Vash thinks it might. Instead, Ain parses the squirmy trying-to-cover-up as Vash is cold now? And so he brings his wings in to wrap around them both. And the couch, because there's no way they can't kind of drape over the back of it.

Then, he very happily just lays against the guy's chest for a spell, trailing his fingers over the scars within his reach.]

Pretty...

[Ain has no concept of "these can be manifestations of physical trauma they're not pretty", he just has a certain sentimental attitude about them. They're a mark of surviving, and they tell stories, and he also likes that Vash is cool enough to have survived all this.

He snuggles in closer.]

Ahhh, I'm sorry. You're so attractive, I sort of lost myself. I like how vocal you are. [Said the bird.] I'll behave, I promise.

N-no no! It's okay...you didn't do anything wrong.

[All of a sudden, Vash is wrapped up in Ain's wings, and he honestly can't think of anywhere else he'd rather be. Ain has this strange way of diffusing a situation without even meaning to, taking the tension out of the room like someone going at a balloon with a sewing needle. He sags a bit against the couch cushions as Ain rests forward on his chest, taking advantage of the breather to just trace his fingers through the backs of Ain's wings again.]

I'm nothing special, really.

[He remarks, though it's more matter-of-fact than it is at all self-depreciating. Like he's commenting on the weather.]

You're the pretty one. You're so...perfect.

[It's amazing that Ain can diffuse situations at all, since he's got the emotional intelligence of a ham sandwich. Like, he still thinks Vash is cold, not that he might have gone in too strongly and made him feel the least bit insecure where he didn't need to.

Cuddling shirtless with your bird who you just made out with is totally platonic tho—

The hands in his wings are nice. If he weren't currently riled, he might fall asleep like this. It would be warm and safe and no one would be moving for the next eight hours because Ain is Heavy. Unfortunately he's gonna need a cold shower first, but sleep will be easy after that. Probably.

Either way, he doesn't move.]

Am I pretty? You should say it more. [sir.] I still like how you look, even if you don't think anything of yourself. You won't change my opinions on this! Why do you think I wanted to kiss you in the first place?

You're very pretty.

[Vash murmurs that against Ain's ear as they sit there wrapped up in each other on the couch. Or, rather, wrapped up in Ain given the state of his wings currently. Vash may or may not realize that complimenting him further is just going to make Ain's riled-up state even worse, but............oh no......................oops......

What he will do is lean his head forward a bit, just until his forehead rests against Ain's temple. This is more like what they used to do, which makes it surprising how Ain didn't jump Vash's bones before now.]

I'm glad you think so. I don't really think about myself that way a whole lot...so I'm always a little surprised to hear it, I guess. Especially coming from someone like you.

[Who is so pretty it's UNFAIR]

[That cold shower is looking great right about now. Maybe he'll chill out, literally, and he can try to reign in his need to put things in his mouth that probably shouldn't be there.

He's so! Fucking weak for men, what the fuck.]

Someone like me? Oh, does no one compliment you? I'll compliment you. [bet] I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this, though. I don't want to share...

[>implying Vash will ever get laid]

...I like you better than anyone else ever could. [And then, abruptly, because Ain is a master at killing moments:] Are you still cold?

[yeah he's convinced.]

[Good luck even getting to the shower right now when Vash keeps holding you in his Big Strong Arms. He was about to say something sheepish that would have sounded really sad, like no, nobody compliments him because he doesn’t really have any other friends, and those he does have he hasn’t seen in years because he’s constantly on the run- until Ain brings up something else entirely.]

…cold? I’m not cold.

[ :3? ]

Ah? But you were trying to cover up earlier? Are you sure?

[:D?]

Hah?

[…]

Oh…Is? No, no, that wasn’t! Ahhh….

[Vash looks extra sheepish now, and would be rubbing the back of his neck if he had a hand free.]

I was just…I didn’t think you’d want to see all my scars. That’s all.

Why wouldn't I want to see them?

[Girl help he is Totally Lost.]

I like scars. I usually like when you look all rugged, even if you're actually a complete fool underneath. It's attractive.

[Something about Vash being cool and badass on their adventures and then running out of bullets the minute after... hm. Ain might be moronsexual which is extremely funny because usually he's the moron.]

I don't like seeing you hurt, so I'll heal any other injuries you get... but I don't mind scars. I wanted to kiss them, actually.

[Well! Ain is nothing if not brutally honest, which is something Vash appreciates. He looks at him for a long moment, puzzled, the fingers of his good hand pulling through the tertiaries of one of his large wings.]

Kiss them…really?

[Boy that hand is getting really close to "danger hours" again, Ain only has so much patience.

Nevertheless. He nods, and even if Vash can't really see him from this angle, he'll be able to feel the tickle of curls brushing over his skin.]

That was the plan, [he says,] I was going to kiss you all over initially! But you need a break, you said.

[So he's not doing this, because consent is sexy. You know what else is sexy? Snuggling and letting the time pass by while enjoying each other. It's not gay if it's between a pet and his owner— (it's a little gay.)]

...oh! [Suddenly bringing his head up—] Do you want me to heal those marks I left?

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