( where is he supposed to put his hands, vash? is he supposed to simply let them dangle at his sides until you're finished? ( it doesn't matter that it isn't going to take very long! that's very much not the point! ) your thighs seem to be a perfect resting place for them, and it's not like he's trying to cop a feel ( yet ), so just. hold your thomases.
he knows, distantly, that it's going to hurt ( probably ); he's getting more and more used to the idea of pain, having gone through the aches and pains of acclimating himself to this place in the first, twinges of his stomach when he was hungry, the heavy ache of his eyelids when he'd gone without sleep for too long, but nothing could really prepare him for the sharp sting of the needle through his lobe, in the front and out the back and vash is dexterous enough that there's little more than a sharp inhale and maybe a tiny sound that catches in the back of his throat before he finishes. but he does. and his earlobe is left with the warmth of the newly pierced, but …
it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it might have been? it isn't like you shot him in the leg or anything.
he exhales a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding, quick and a bit sharp, and don't mind the fact that his hands slip up from their previous resting place to curl around his hips. )
Because you're not so bad at it. ( he nudges vash's nose with his own. ) It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it might.
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he knows, distantly, that it's going to hurt ( probably ); he's getting more and more used to the idea of pain, having gone through the aches and pains of acclimating himself to this place in the first, twinges of his stomach when he was hungry, the heavy ache of his eyelids when he'd gone without sleep for too long, but nothing could really prepare him for the sharp sting of the needle through his lobe, in the front and out the back and vash is dexterous enough that there's little more than a sharp inhale and maybe a tiny sound that catches in the back of his throat before he finishes. but he does. and his earlobe is left with the warmth of the newly pierced, but …
it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it might have been? it isn't like you shot him in the leg or anything.
he exhales a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding, quick and a bit sharp, and don't mind the fact that his hands slip up from their previous resting place to curl around his hips. )
Because you're not so bad at it. ( he nudges vash's nose with his own. ) It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it might.