[ there's something that soars in his heart when he hears him laugh, so sweet and so genuine that it makes him smile goofily, like the idiot that he is. he's nosing into his fluffy hair and tracing circles over his scarred back, tracing over some of the faded scar tissue affectionately.
he loves how relaxed vash feels, how he lays so comfortably in his arms like he was made just for him. he's ducking his head so that he can lay kisses on the slope of his shoulder, a hand sliding up and down his side, tracing over the dip of his hip. ]
Mmm...? It'll have to wait for what? What's brewing in that little noggin of yours?
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he loves how relaxed vash feels, how he lays so comfortably in his arms like he was made just for him. he's ducking his head so that he can lay kisses on the slope of his shoulder, a hand sliding up and down his side, tracing over the dip of his hip. ]
Mmm...? It'll have to wait for what? What's brewing in that little noggin of yours?