[ If Vash were less focused on rubbing the newly open alcohol pad over the lobe of his brother's ear, he might have fussed about how some older brother can't seem to keep his hands to himself. As it is, he lets Knives do what he wants, flesh and bone thumb smoothing gently over likely sensitive skin. He's done his best to pick the needle up with a subtle movement, and as gently (and swiftly) as he can he pushes the tool through pale skin to create the hole in the lobe of his brother's ear, just opposite the one in his own.
It's much easier to do this to someone else, he finds, but he doesn't let his thoughts linger on that, instead quickly exhaling a breath to blow over the likely painful spot as he swiftly uses his dexterity to replace the needle with the new earring that will stay there for the next forever.
It's all over in a blink but Vash presses his forehead against his brother's own. ]
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It's much easier to do this to someone else, he finds, but he doesn't let his thoughts linger on that, instead quickly exhaling a breath to blow over the likely painful spot as he swiftly uses his dexterity to replace the needle with the new earring that will stay there for the next forever.
It's all over in a blink but Vash presses his forehead against his brother's own. ]
Done. That wasn't so bad, was it?