[The way it's sad gets Vash to stiffen, his shoulders rigid.]
I— well, it—
[He can feel heat creep up the back of his neck anew, his gaze fixed on anywhere but Wolfwood himself. But he nods, the movement jerky, but clear.
It certainly feels like it meant something. Vash swipes his tongue over his lower lip again before he sucks most of it between his teeth to worry at the skin of it. Something scary, new, and altogether dangerous. Like it's a direction they shouldn't take for so many reasons.
And yet, there's a yearning that, if only because of the conversation they'd JUST had, Vash is having a hard time ignoring.]
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I— well, it—
[He can feel heat creep up the back of his neck anew, his gaze fixed on anywhere but Wolfwood himself. But he nods, the movement jerky, but clear.
It certainly feels like it meant something. Vash swipes his tongue over his lower lip again before he sucks most of it between his teeth to worry at the skin of it. Something scary, new, and altogether dangerous. Like it's a direction they shouldn't take for so many reasons.
And yet, there's a yearning that, if only because of the conversation they'd JUST had, Vash is having a hard time ignoring.]