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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.

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[Oops sorry lady—

Ain sits back against the booth and makes a show of drinking his liquor. He's very drunk you see— oh she's gone. Well.

He did not have to drink this that fast, then.]

Ah, sorry... I should have been watching. Oops...

[Ain knows better than to be Like This but Ain also doesn't. care. At least, he doesn't care about how he seems to others. He's an unmarked pet feeding a "human" and wearing his coat and flirting with him, though, so it must make Vash look bad, and he cares a little bit about that.

"Don't be romantic but feel free to fuck him into the ground" feels like a double standard. But what does Ain know? He's just a hedonist at heart.]

[Haha, but you see, that's the kicker. Vash's reputation precedes him. Perhaps not yet in this town, but...at this point? Vash makes himself look bad. Anything Ain could do is just extra sprinkled on top.

To that end, Ain's apology is met with a shake of Vash's head as he picks up the check, glancing it over. It's reasonable, thankfully. They're not breaking the bank here; they've got plenty for food tomorrow, and maybe some after that...and with Ain planning on singing for cash, they'll be okay.]

No no, it's okay! You didn't do anything wrong.

[Friendly banter and interactions between pets and humans in public isn't illegal. It might be frowned upon, sure...but at this point, Vash doesn't care if people look at him badly, even if it does undeniably sting when they do. He cares more about spending time with Ain, more.

Funny how that works.]

Did you want to get anything to bring back to the hotel?

[...does he. He didn't think about that. Uhhh... The gears in his tipsy head are spinning.]

I don't think so, [he decides after a moment,] we could just go to a convenience store if we need anything later, right?

[Anything they got probably wouldn't keep well without a fridge, and Ain is also full. Vash is another story, probably, but he's Vash. Ain expects him to eat everything in sight anyway.]

Oh, but... I think it's getting dark out, so do you want your coat back before we head out? It could be cold.

[Vash wants to just let Ain keep it, but...he realizes that it probably seems silly to have him wearing two coats. If people didn't notice them before, they sure would notice now...and as it stands, they've still got more time to spend here. So Vash nods as they stand so he can fish out a few bills from his pocket from the money that Ain........liberated from the police. In spite of himself, he also adds a probably too-generous tip for the waitress.]

Mm, might be a good idea...we might be hungry for breakfast again in the morning.

[Read: Vash will be hungry. Vash is ALWAYS hungry.

From there, once Vash has gotten his coat back, he'll walk side-by-side with Ain back outside. They'd actually been in the restaurant an hour or so, long enough for the sun to begin to set. It's a dusky orange with the lights along the streets just starting to pop on. Things are getting busier, with owners bustling about now that they're off work and looking for dinner, or walking with their pets to grab groceries before heading home. Some seem to be in a bit of a hurry, while others linger, glancing up at the sky every so often. The clouds have darkened considerably since they went inside...

And it isn't immediately clear why, not until Vash feels something cold land on the tip of his nose. He blinks, lifting his flesh-and-blood fingers up to his face just in time to watch a speck land on his red jacket sleeve, solidifying there for a second before it melts into water.

He looks up, just in time to see the first large flakes of snow fall over the town.]

[Coat exchange complete. Paying for meal complete. Realising that ale might have fucked him up a tiny bit... also complete. Wow, he feels like he's gonna fall over, and he's not even wasted. Just a little tipsy.

Outside they go, then, into the late night. It's pretty amazing how quickly the day changes over to dusk when it's not summer. Ain stares out at the horizon with his arms crossed over his chest, his default stance, and he opens his mouth to say something—

And then the snowflakes catch his eye and anything he was going to say goes out the window.]

Vash! Vash, it's snowing!! Do you see!! [yes honey he has eyes] I told you it would snow!

[It's too light to attack Vash with right now but that doesn't mean he's not excited about it. There goes the chirping again.]

[He's not gonna lie...Vash didn't think it would snow. Hail maybe, sleet at most...yet he's been made a liar as the snow steadily falls around them. It's not promising to be a heavy blizzard or anything (he thinks???), yet there's no reason for it to need to be one. Just this much is a novelty, and Vash can't help but smile as he hears kids whooping and hollaring as they run around trying to catch the flakes on their tongues.]

I do see! You were right all along.

[Reaching out, Vash very briefly places a hand at the small of Ain's back to guide him forward.]

Wanna walk around the block? Or are you a little...

[You know. Wobbly bird.]

I'm not that bad, am I?

[Well. He's a little... wooooooo right now, in the balance department, but he'll be fine. He's too excited to go back to the inn, so.]

Yes, I want to walk around. Besides, you'll catch me if I fall, right? [ :) ] Maybe we can find a good place to look out over the town, too.

[It doesn't have to be up high over the mountains or anything, just a scenic view. That's what Ain is going to try to find as he leads... tries to lead the way forward. He might need to lean on Vash a little.]

[Do not even test him Ain, Vash WILL carry you again.

And so they go. And it's just so...peaceful and normal in this town that it almost makes Vash want to cry. He's all too painfully aware of the fragility of places like these. Most cities are- understandably- on edge right now. The Humanoid Typhoon has spared no civilization, and on the news people say "it's only a matter of time, don't get complacent", and it's...hard, knowing the truth behind it all. To that end, this little mountain town is one of the few Vash has seen lately that seems to disregard the warnings. They're so secluded, it couldn't happen to them, surely...

He has to pray Nai doesn't find him here. Please, not here. Not where the children run around in the snow, where people hark their wares in little stalls on street corners, where even the pets thrive. Don't take all of that away.

Vash lets Ain lean against him, and more than anything, he wishes he could put an arm around him. Hold him.

Eventually, they come up on the edge of the town they haven't passed, and Vash notices a side road that veers off from the buildings that he takes automatically. It leads them up a slight slope, and it isn't long before they leave most of the other residents behind.]

[Up the slope they go. This looks like it's maybe the beginning of a hiking trail — it makes sense, they're in the mountains — or maybe it's just a back road or something. Either way, no one is up here, and it grants them some solitude. They're usually trying to find that in some way, but it feels different tonight, in the chilly weather and with Vash at his side.

They just went to dinner after a fun day on the town. Made out a couple hours ago because Ain can't keep his hands to himself. And now it's snowing and they're walking away from civilization to look out over the city as frost slowly accumulates on the dirt and grass and sidewalks. Everything in this moment points to some sort of romance under the setting sun, and Ain is hopelessly oblivious to it and desperately trying to figure out why his stomach is doing flips again.

When he's sure they're alone, absolutely positive, he stretches his wings out and wraps one around Vash's back. If anyone comes out this far and sees them, so be it, they'll just have to live with this. Ain's already come up with an excuse — Vash is cold, wings are warm — just in case.

Up the rise they go, until they're on a hill overlooking the town. Or maybe "hill" isn't quite right, maybe it's more like they just hiked partway up the less-steep side of the mountain, just at the tree line but not quite buried in the forest yet. The town is lit up by now, street lamps and shop windows and even the inn itself — and the snow coalesces around them on the wind and sticks to their heads and shoulders and to the tops of buildings before them.

Ain feels at peace, despite the stomach-flips. A cold wind blows, and he has to put his hand up to his bangs to keep them from blowing into his eyes.]

It's pretty...

[The scenario they've found themselves in is like, textbook romantic, and yet neither of them have the experience enough to realize that for what it is. While Ain is dealing with his stomach doing flips- the moths are back- Vash in contrast is once more feeling his chest burn and ache, like his heart is going to beat right out of it. He knows he should probably be more concerned by the feeling than he is, because it sure does feel like dying...but he's figured by now that if he was dying, he would have. So it's probably fine.

Yet, when Ain puts a wing around him, the feeling only worsens. His heart leaps into his throat now to be extra annoying, and every so often he has to swallow impulsively as they make their way up to the little precipice that overlooks the town.

It really underscores just how small of a place this is, nestled between the mountains like it is. It looks like a Christmas town with the way the lights pop against a growing snowy backdrop. The wind buffets them both, and Vash feels a brief chill before the brunt of Ain's wing ends up blocking it.

And he...steps closer, until Ain is properly nestled under his good arm. They're the only ones out here, it's fine.

He looks down at Ain, and he speaks without thinking.]

...so are you.

Huh—?

[h

he heard that right, didn't he?? Vash just called him pretty?? Wh. What the fuck.

Ain's cheeks are already red due to the cold, but he can feel the way the heat rises to them further while his brain tries to process what Vash just said. Like. He didn't hallucinate this. He's not drunker than previously thought, Vash just called him pretty and he's looking— he's looking at Ain like Ain put the fucking stars in the sky.

Hhhh.

Okay! So! Ain is going into cardiac arrest. Coyly, he twirls his braid around his finger, trying to occupy himself. It's not the nervous, anxious plucking of his fur sleeves he tries to do when things get bad, it's an embarrassed, extremely flustered wiggle that he has to get out of his system. There's a soft cooing in the back of his throat while his feathers fluff up a bit. Then...

...]

Ah... um. [fuck.] If you say things like that, I won't be able to focus on anything but you! Don't tell me this was your plan all along?

[Haha. Fuck. That was lame. Dammit.]

...I might kiss you, if so. [better.]

[Vash exhales on something of a laugh, one that comes out in a breath of cold steam between them.]

That's something you should know about me by now. I never have a plan for anything.

[It's true, Vash is flying by the seat of his pants literally 100% of the time. Acting on instinct, impulse, or whathaveyou. This...feels less like instinct, and more like what's right. What that painfully tense, burning heart in his chest is telling him to.

His chest only gets tighter when Ain says he might kiss him, and Vash is immediately shuffling a little in place, crunching the snow under his boots. He drops his voice to a whisper, as if someone might overhear.]

...you promise?

[He almost hates how his heart wants to give out at the proximity and the whisper both. Almost, except he doesn't, because somehow the rapid thud of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears has become a bit comfortable now. He doesn't have the vocabulary to explain it. It's just... Vash, in general, he thinks. Vash has something on him and Ain's too far gone to figure out what it is or really care.

Ain tilts his head back. With his eyes half-lidded, he gazes at Vash, barely watching the snow falling around his head now. It's faded into the background along with his excitement, and now the entire world is only him and Vash.]

I promise.

[Promises are meant to be kept, and Ain isn't about to waste their time. Slowly, he leans forward until they're liplocked, and unlike earlier, this kiss is much softer. It doesn't want for passion despite that, and warmth seeps through it easily. Ain reaches out for Vash, to wind his arms around his neck, in the same moment his wings wrap all the way around them like a protective blanket.

This feels... correct. Every time they've kissed or held each other, it's felt right in ways he can't describe. And this one is... somehow, for some reason, so much better than the others. Not that their other exchanges have been anywhere close to bad.

Ain can't pin it, yet another thing lost to the pond of stuff he doesn't understand, and he doesn't care to. Not right now, when he's sighing against Vash's lips as if he's the first sip of water Ain's had in months.]

[Vash knew it was coming, anticipated it even, and yet it has the same affect now as it did the first time. Vash’s heart rate flies into the triple digits he’s certain, and the kiss is so soft and gentle that he can’t help but make a sound against Ain’s lips as it happens. He’s swiftly enveloped in those warm wings, which prompts Vash to reach both hands up to cup Ain’s cheeks. He doesn’t think about his prosthetic being cold, so hopefully it isn’t too icy as they kiss, Vash instinctively remembering to tilt his head now as their lips move.

Humans are meant to be with humans. Relationships with pets are strictly forbidden and largely frowned upon, and illegal in a worst case scenario. Yet Vash has only ever felt this kind of warmth over select few in his life, and none have been this intense or potent.

He feels like he’s dying, even wrapped up in this warmth. He doesn’t want to pull away for breath either, the look on his face indicative of that as he keeps Ain held against his chest when t get part for a moment to breathe.]

I…I’m so glad I found you.

[He can't help but smile against Vash's lips. He's perfect. He's so fucking perfect in all the best ways, even now, when they're both barely breathing against one another's lips like they ran a marathon. Even when Vash is goofy and dorky and falls on his face or when he's stuffing his cheeks so much that he can barely answer questions. He's just...]

You're my entire world, [he breathes, taking a moment to dive back in for another kiss before they part,] and I'm glad that, of everyone in the world, I can be yours.

[If only he knew the gravity of his words right now. He's feeling the weight of them deep in his chest, but he's missing just one four-letter word to really nail it down. It doesn't matter, not really, because he's not thinking of that missing meaning. It's there, and it's always going to be there.]

...I want... other people to know that, too. That I'm not some feral stray anymore.

[He's been wanting to talk about it. Getting a tag, or something, that says he has someone he belongs to. They're too far in it now to separate, in his mind. Ain's too... clingy. He'll never let go, no matter how much Vash asks.]

...do you?

[It's not something Vash has ever volunteered to ask himself. If it ever came up, he wanted Ain to be the one to propose the idea, not the other way around. For most, it's expected. It isn't the law exactly, though some cities and communities do require some sort of identification on pets just in case something happens. Someone needs to be responsible for their actions, otherwise they'll be tossed into the pound once it's discovered they're a stray. And a stray committing crimes is perhaps the worst of its kind.

Nevertheless, Vash never wanted Ain to feel tied down to him in any sort of way. Though, maybe it was a subconscious response on Vash's part, too. Needing threads to remain loose and untied, in the event he needs to get away for Ain's safety. They've already run across some calls too close for his comfort, though not yet enough to make him feel like he's causing Ain to lose out on his quality of life. Vash only just recently discovered how much magic he has at his disposal, which isn't common or even vaulted as a good thing for pets, meaning that Ain can take care of himself if the need arose.

They're still close, their breath mingling as Vash brushes over Ain's cheekbone with his thumb.]

Yes.

[Ain kisses him in between words, light and fluttering like the snowflakes themselves, but they linger. He's not sure what else to do when they're this close. And maybe he could move his hands, but they're comfortable looped around Vash's neck, and part of him wonders if breaking their embrace at all will ruin the magic of the moment.

Ain sure doesn't want to pull away right now.

When he goes in for a kiss next, it's at the corner of Vash's lips.]

I've been thinking about it. I don't want to be away from you, [kiss on the cheek,] nor do I want someone to try anything funny while I'm out alone. I want to stay with you.

[Ain places one kiss to Vash's jaw, and then pulls back slightly to look into his eyes.]

You don't have to, but I like... how making it official feels.

No, I….I’d like that.

[He’s not listening to the voice in the back of his head right now, saying this is a bad idea. That for Ain’s own safety, he shouldn’t. All he can think about right now is being with this bird indefinitely, being able to kiss him like this every day…

Vash’s lips quirk into a smile at the way Ain peppers his face with kisses, his cheeks flushed red moreso then from the cold nipping at them.]

What would you want? I wasn’t sure, ah…if a collar would suit you, so…

[It’s up to Ain, really. Owners tend to prefer collars as they stand out the most, but Vash doesn’t have a preference. It could be something as small as a card he kept in his pocket for all he cared.]

[Ain hums, pretending he's thinking about this at all. He already knows what he wants, but maybe it's easier if he acts like he totally doesn't.]

I like collars. But if that doesn't work, a bracelet or necklace or something is fine.

[See how he totally thought about it.

Ain moves one of his hands finally, bringing it up to cup over Vash's good hand, where he then lets it slowly slide down his wrist. Ain's ribbon is (presumably, hopefully) still tied there, and if it is, he drags his thumb across it. A soft smile pulls at the corners of his lips.]

Even though other people won't recognize it, this counts as me calling you "mine", too.

[The ribbon is still tied there, with Vash anxiously checking it every so often to make sure it hasn’t been lost. Ain marking it with words as a symbol of being his causes Vash to blush even more fiercely, dropping his forehead gently against Ain’s.]

It’s not going anywhere. I won’t take it off for anything.

[And because he’s a Nerd, he’ll brush their noses together.]

This town probably has a clothing store with pet accessories. We can look before we go back, if you want.

[Can they afford it? Not really. Does Vash care? WEEELLLLL-]

I’m going to have to buy you another ribbon too.

[Wow. What a nerd. Ain does it back, trilling in the back of his throat as he does. That makes him notice that the tips of their noses are both very, very cold right now, but... Oh well.]

I'll have to sing extra hard, then.

[Ain is aware they don't really have disposable money, but it's... it's fine. They'll get more of it. He's confident in that, because it's worked in the past. It's how he used to do everything before he met Vash and after he left the Church and ran off. He abandoned the collar from his prior owner in his room and fled.

It's been a few years since he wore one. He suspects he'll like it much better this time around.]

I'll still save my best songs for you, though. I promise.

[They are so, SO very gay for each other, and Vash doesn't even realize it's tipped over into that. He just grins at Ain from ear to ear, having to close his eyes because he's smiling so hard it's making his face hurt. He wants to wrap him up in his arms and hold him, but if he did that he wouldn't be able to see him so easily anymore.]

I look forward to it!

[Though speaking of cold...the snow is really starting to come down now. It's not a blizzard or anything like that, but what was once light and serene is definitely a considerable amount of snowflakes coming down. It's already starting to stick too, brightening the town as it slowly begins turning white.]

Do you think you'll be able to sing if it's snowing like this tomorrow...?

The people in this town are probably used to doing things in this sort of weather, right? I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Ain thinks Vash is asking more along the lines of "will people stop to see you if there's a foot of snow on the ground" and not "do you think you're going to want to stand in a foot of snow for four hours". He's fine if it's himself, though. He'll get cold, sure, but it's not like that's anything new. If he doesn't focus on it, he's fine.

And plus, showing off warms you up! He thinks. He's pretty sure.]

...but, I know money is a concern, so we can see where we're at with funds after tomorrow and go from there. I want you to claim me, yes, but it doesn't have to be tonight.

[Ain doesn't voice it, but he's very much thinking about how there are plenty of other ways to lay claim to someone.]

[Yeah Vash is 100% asking because he worries that Ain will freeze to death within a half hour, much less four...but if he has his heart set on trying, he isn't going to stop him. They might at least be able to get enough tips to keep them going food-wise for the rest of the week, since the hotel payment isn't an issue.

Of course, when Ain mentions wanting to be "claimed" by him...he doesn't know why that makes him feel really hot and like he can't breathe properly all of a sudden, but it does. Is...he getting too cold? Are they hugging each other too tight? What is happening.]

I-It shouldn't be too bad...we aren't in the red yet or anything.

[Ha...ha....]

[It's the frostbite setting in, Vash, watch out.]

You're cute. [Too cute, actually. That look on Vash's face is Too Much.] Do you want to go back to the inn and warm up? Or... did you want to stop off at the shop?

[They have several hours until things close down, but it's best to make a decision now. Once they're back at their temporary home base, Ain isn't leaving again. He has too many kisses to give.]

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