( he really should be paying more attention to his surroundings, to how easy it had been to let this man join him in drinking; the fact of the matter is that he's always going to be too trusting for his own good — have we said as much, yet? — and offering to let him come back to a rented room with him is just. honestly probably the stupidest thing he could have done with his brother always hot on his heels, but.
giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven untrustworthy is kind of his MO. it's gotten him into trouble more times than he can count by now, but that's of no real consequence, is it? nah.
he doesn't know what his future holds for him, only that at the very least he won't be lonely for what remains of the night, and he thinks … this toji guy isn't the worst companion he could have chosen, all things considered. he seems smart. witty. might have a bit of an ego but it could be well-earned, because. look at him.
he's never been the type to call someone easy on the eyes and let that be a contributing factor for keeping their company, and he's not about to start. but. he is pretty easy on the eyes. tall. broad. and there's something about the scar that bisects the line of his mouth that makes him want to —
ohhhh no. nope, nuh uh, not letting the thought train take that route! reel it back in, vash …
but now that the idea is there in the back of his mind, it's not about to go anywhere. he wants to bite that scar, and with every look that toji gives him, that thought catches another like some kind of wildfire and if he's not careful … it's all going to run away from him without a single hope of him being able to control it.
dangerous territory he's practically wading into, but when does he not get himself into his own messes?
the bottle has a cork, because narration might just want to make vash squirm watching the other man make short work of it with his teeth, the tiniest flush of pink tinting the very tips of his ears as he gives over a chuckle. the quietest tinkling of laughter. )
Oh no.( he mimics, gesturing for the other to take the first sip. ) I brushed my teeth today, I think we're good. ( you're like a fucking baby deer, vash. it's no wonder he wants to get his teeth in you. )
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Date: 2023-11-07 03:00 am (UTC)giving everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven untrustworthy is kind of his MO. it's gotten him into trouble more times than he can count by now, but that's of no real consequence, is it? nah.
he doesn't know what his future holds for him, only that at the very least he won't be lonely for what remains of the night, and he thinks … this toji guy isn't the worst companion he could have chosen, all things considered. he seems smart. witty. might have a bit of an ego but it could be well-earned, because. look at him.
he's never been the type to call someone easy on the eyes and let that be a contributing factor for keeping their company, and he's not about to start. but. he is pretty easy on the eyes. tall. broad. and there's something about the scar that bisects the line of his mouth that makes him want to —
ohhhh no. nope, nuh uh, not letting the thought train take that route! reel it back in, vash …
but now that the idea is there in the back of his mind, it's not about to go anywhere. he wants to bite that scar, and with every look that toji gives him, that thought catches another like some kind of wildfire and if he's not careful … it's all going to run away from him without a single hope of him being able to control it.
dangerous territory he's practically wading into, but when does he not get himself into his own messes?
the bottle has a cork, because narration might just want to make vash squirm watching the other man make short work of it with his teeth, the tiniest flush of pink tinting the very tips of his ears as he gives over a chuckle. the quietest tinkling of laughter. )
Oh no. ( he mimics, gesturing for the other to take the first sip. ) I brushed my teeth today, I think we're good. ( you're like a fucking baby deer, vash. it's no wonder he wants to get his teeth in you. )