( as long as you aren't about to start questioning his drinking habits on top of everything else; be grateful that you haven't had to shove anything into his mouth since that first time, glad as narration is sure your fingers are for that little bit. he's learning that he likes certain things, to be sure of it. don't tease him or you might find yourselves back at square one so fast your head will spin.

nai looks down at the box when vash pushes it across the counter, curiosity getting the better of him before he even realizes he's reaching for it. the little ring inside really is almost identical, a pretty, saturated blue in place of the rich red he'd managed to find for his brother fixed into a basic silver hoop.

it makes something in the center of his chest tighten pleasantly as he looks to meet the other's gaze again. ) You want us to match? ( he smiles — genuinely smiles — and reaches to take the little box in both of his hands, turning it over and back again, admiring the trinket inside. )

Of course I want to. I assume that since you probably did your own, you know what you're doing …? ( it's more of a question than he means for it to be, but one pale brow rises slowly regardless, the smallest upward quirk of a corner of his mouth indicating something teasing. )