[ The cork is abused with Toji’s teeth lucky before he pulls it out of the bottle with a delightful pop sound, spitting it out across the room. Two senses hit him strongly at once: the alcohol (which is overpowering for his nose, but he’s used to it so he doesn’t react) and the heat from Vash’s blushing. It’s always lovely to feel that kind of warmth radiating off of somebody; maybe that’s why he’s so good at charming others is because his keen senses make it nearly impossible to lie if they have some interest in him. It’s problematic, but he takes this as an invitation; consent to some kind of extent, and settles his hand on the blonde’s slender waist, the other hand cradling the alcohol by the neck. ]
Imagine. Getting bodily fluids on each other.
[ Toji. Toji, heel. ]
Really gross.
[ The bottle is kicked back as he takes the first shot; it’s strong, whatever it is, and burns down his throat smoothly. A tingling sensation lingers on his lips, emerald colored eyes watching Vash intently. ]
Wanna taste?
[ Despite the offer, Toji isn’t offering the bottle to Vash. Maybe Vash is aware that what he is asking is if he wants to kiss him or not.
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Date: 2023-11-07 04:11 am (UTC)luckybefore he pulls it out of the bottle with a delightful pop sound, spitting it out across the room. Two senses hit him strongly at once: the alcohol (which is overpowering for his nose, but he’s used to it so he doesn’t react) and the heat from Vash’s blushing. It’s always lovely to feel that kind of warmth radiating off of somebody; maybe that’s why he’s so good at charming others is because his keen senses make it nearly impossible to lie if they have some interest in him. It’s problematic, but he takes this as an invitation; consent to some kind of extent, and settles his hand on the blonde’s slender waist, the other hand cradling the alcohol by the neck. ]Imagine. Getting bodily fluids on each other.
[ Toji. Toji, heel. ]
Really gross.
[ The bottle is kicked back as he takes the first shot; it’s strong, whatever it is, and burns down his throat smoothly. A tingling sensation lingers on his lips, emerald colored eyes watching Vash intently. ]
Wanna taste?
[ Despite the offer, Toji isn’t offering the bottle to Vash. Maybe Vash is aware that what he is asking is if he wants to kiss him or not.
Another problematic way of consent. ]