[ Vash exhales a long breath, lips parted against the skin of his brother's neck as he focuses on the sensation of nails dragging through the hair at the base of his skull. He hums out a sound in response, fingers smoothing over his brother's chest as he tries to decide if he wants to attempt pretending to sleep.
He decides his brother is far too perceptive when it comes to how he acts for that to work. His brow pinches as he considers how to answer, if he still wants to answer or if he's going to get cold feet and just give half truths. ]
you poor unfortunate soul
He decides his brother is far too perceptive when it comes to how he acts for that to work. His brow pinches as he considers how to answer, if he still wants to answer or if he's going to get cold feet and just give half truths. ]
Couldn't sleep.