[nai huffs, grunting softly when vash squeezes him. by the time vash sets him back on the ground, the tips of his ears are colored pink.
he's still frowning when he's spun around, at first refusing to look vash in the eyes even as his cheeks are squeezed. it only makes the flush on his ears spread across his cheeks, and he pouts - frowns harder. handling everything as it was now, the world on the other side of the portal, had been a challenge for nai. a world down the line where the humans had thrived despite everything going against them, and then his brother...
his supposed-to-be little brother, who could pick him up like it was nothing and looked at him with a terribly sad fondness that nai was still trying to dissect even now.] Mhm...
[but it's hard to argue against vash when he looks like this and nai is terribly weak for his brother. the tension in his shoulders slacks, and he turns his head back to vash to lean forward and bump his head against vash's chest. his blades had long since slid back under his skin by now, despite his fingers twitching to call them back.]
Fine... Fine. [he'd do it for vash, as much as it twisted him up inside.] But I don't like it. [an understatement of the century.]
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Date: 2023-04-12 07:01 pm (UTC)he's still frowning when he's spun around, at first refusing to look vash in the eyes even as his cheeks are squeezed. it only makes the flush on his ears spread across his cheeks, and he pouts - frowns harder. handling everything as it was now, the world on the other side of the portal, had been a challenge for nai. a world down the line where the humans had thrived despite everything going against them, and then his brother...
his supposed-to-be little brother, who could pick him up like it was nothing and looked at him with a terribly sad fondness that nai was still trying to dissect even now.] Mhm...
[but it's hard to argue against vash when he looks like this and nai is terribly weak for his brother. the tension in his shoulders slacks, and he turns his head back to vash to lean forward and bump his head against vash's chest. his blades had long since slid back under his skin by now, despite his fingers twitching to call them back.]
Fine... Fine. [he'd do it for vash, as much as it twisted him up inside.] But I don't like it. [an understatement of the century.]