I would hope not. ( he says with a little bit of exaggeration in how he's taken aback, but vash is going to have to be pretty gullible to believe it. especially from him.
nai watches him, as he always watches him even when he's doing the most mundane of things; it's so damned obvious that his attention is always drawn to his hands, but vash has always had a penchant for being graceful when he doesn't mean to be. he likes when he talks with his hands, too, because it adds to the whole of his expressiveness, and —
okay. look. he has a thing for his brother's stupid, elegant hands. even the prosthetic. leave him alone.
the kitchen is tiny enough as it is but the table is even smaller, especially when taking his considerable overall bulk ( read: cake ) into consideration, but he sets himself down into the chair with as much ease as he's able, resting an elbow on the table's edge and his chin in the palm of that hand, continuing to watch the other prepare himself.
it'll be a good thing he's sitting, narration is sure, but it might be even better for his proclivity for being dramatique( ™ ) if you were to sit in his lap while you did this, vash. it'll keep him calm! really! )
What made you think of this, anyway? ( he asks quietly. ) Did you happen across the earring first, or did the thought of it come to mind on its own? ( either way, he's endlessly endeared. duh. )
knew it
nai watches him, as he always watches him even when he's doing the most mundane of things; it's so damned obvious that his attention is always drawn to his hands, but vash has always had a penchant for being graceful when he doesn't mean to be. he likes when he talks with his hands, too, because it adds to the whole of his expressiveness, and —
okay. look. he has a thing for his brother's stupid, elegant hands. even the prosthetic. leave him alone.
the kitchen is tiny enough as it is but the table is even smaller, especially when taking his considerable overall bulk ( read: cake ) into consideration, but he sets himself down into the chair with as much ease as he's able, resting an elbow on the table's edge and his chin in the palm of that hand, continuing to watch the other prepare himself.
it'll be a good thing he's sitting, narration is sure, but it might be even better for his proclivity for being dramatique( ™ ) if you were to sit in his lap while you did this, vash. it'll keep him calm! really! )
What made you think of this, anyway? ( he asks quietly. ) Did you happen across the earring first, or did the thought of it come to mind on its own? ( either way, he's endlessly endeared. duh. )