( yeah don't mind him watching your teeth abuse the cork. don't mind him at all because he's not even paying all that close attention to it! really! there is absolutely no need to notice that the flush at the very tips of his ears is already beginning to make its way steadily downward. over the back of his neck. the back of his neck that would actually look very lovely with some bite marks —
ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.
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Date: 2023-11-07 09:27 pm (UTC)ahem. narration is getting ahead of themselves. somebody really should bring out the spray bottle.
whatever. yeah. okay. it is pretty much a blatant invitation, not quite to do anything he wants ( he doesn't know how far those wants go? he actually doesn't know what he wants at all? so uh ) but it's certainly the beginning of something, and at the mention of bodily fluids.
don't mind him effectively bluescreening at that for a second. stampede.exe has stopped working.
would you like to restart? )
Yeah. Gross. Definitely. ( his voice is not small. or squeaky. and he is absolutely not about to trip over his words like he sometimes does his own damned feet when he's not paying attention to where he's going.
wanna taste?
vash looks from where the bottle remains in toji's hand to the man's face, down to the increasingly mischievous line of his mouth and back up to those pretty green eyes, over to the bottle again. ) Yeah. ( he says again, parroting himself from seconds ago and he really should stop to wonder where his last brain cell went. is it on the floor? did it go flying across the room along with the cork? did he leave it back at the bar?
he licks his lips absently, shifting tentatively forward, further into the other's personal space. ) Yeah, I do.