( jaded? bitter? untrusting of the world as a whole — even if vash doesn't know any of this yet, once he gets to know the other man and realizes what his brother has done in order to get him to come back to him, he won't be surprised that someone like toji had all but been welcomed into the eye of michael fold with open arms. where else would someone like him feel like they belong? where else could they find a home for themselves when everything else has been taken away from them?
( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )
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Date: 2023-11-16 05:17 pm (UTC)( everyone should have friends, toji, though there is nothing wrong with wanting fairness in a world that is reticent to give it; vash has long since learned that this world is anything but fair, but that hasn't stopped him from looking for it every chance he gets, because even if it's hard to find, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.
that doesn't mean there isn't still goodness in the world. he's never been anything, if not an optimist. )
toji has been charming, and maybe it goes without saying thus far that he isn't so bad on the eyes, either — but vash has always been more drawn to all the little things that make a person up, the odds and ends and bits and pieces that come together to form the semblance of a whole, and he'd be lying to himself and the other man both if he tried to get away with saying that there wasn't something inherently interesting about him that he can't quite put his finger on. it's reason enough, isn't it, for him to have brought him back to his room in the first place where he never would have thought of such a thing in the past —
sue him, he may be prone to making bad decisions, but he doesn't think this is going to be one of them. stay tuned to find out when he finally realizes that he's made the sort of mistake that there is no coming back from. at least, not how one would expect.
vash grin back into the kiss, reaching up with his right hand to thread long fingers through dark hair, blunt, bitten-short nails dragging over the nape of his neck in a blatant show of attempting to get a reaction out of him. ) Mm, maybe. If you're gonna make me say as much. ( cheeky little shit, even when he's waffling back and forth between playing the shyness card right before he finds a renewed sense of confidence in his own actions, and whatever else he happens to be hiding up his sleeves …
it might end up being a bit of a surprise to them both.
he pulls back for a small moment, shrugging both shoulders just as much as he needs to wriggle out of his coat, tossing it toward the nearby bed and immediately forgetting about it as he closes the distance between them again, cool fingers of his prosthetic playing almost too gently over the rise of a collarbone. without his glasses, he feels exposed but he doesn't think it's in such a bad way, perhaps liking the way the other man looks at him a bit too much. )
I think you're getting a bit ahead of me, though. ( that may as well be vash-ese for 'why don't you do something about that yourself?' without so many words. )