[Vash has to take a moment to stare into those eyes. He can't even pretend it isn't flattering to see him like this. For this being the third time he's even tried, and the first time he's taken the lead, he has admit to being a little impressed with himself. That, or Wolfwood's just easy.
... maybe even both?]
Me? Tease you? [Does his voice wobble in the slightest? Maybe. He's nothing if not a lovesick puppy, head over heels for Wolfwood. Who's surprised that it feels like the world is being entirely upended around him when he's looked at like this.] Never.
[He has mercy, at least. Getting lost in a man's eyes would convince anyone to do that. His hand shifts back, changing the angle so that he can press his index finger in instead. There's no rush to the movement. In fact, he seems far too pre-occupied with using his prosthetic to soothe over Wolfwood's thigh.]
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admit to being a little impressed with himself. That, or Wolfwood's just easy.
... maybe even both?]
Me? Tease you? [Does his voice wobble in the slightest? Maybe. He's nothing if not a lovesick puppy, head over heels for Wolfwood. Who's surprised that it feels like the world is being entirely upended around him when he's looked at like this.] Never.
[He has mercy, at least. Getting lost in a man's eyes would convince anyone to do that. His hand shifts back, changing the angle so that he can press his index finger in instead. There's no rush to the movement. In fact, he seems far too pre-occupied with using his prosthetic to soothe over Wolfwood's thigh.]
Relax, okay?