A warm, sort of resigned smile crosses Azwel's face before he is kissed. Mmm, well, if that's how Vash wants to shut him up, he's more than all right with that. In fact, when they separate he gives a gentle, amused sound, one hand resting on Vash's cheek. "I almost think I should keep asking, if this is how you'll distract me," he murmurs softly.
He's becoming very warm and relaxed, now, floating in the afterglow, feeling pleasantly drugged. He settles in with a soft hum, shifting under Vash, perfectly content to stay there under him. Then he stops. Blinks. Picks up a feather.
"Hm," he says quietly, slowly and idly twirling it in his fingers. "I don't recall having a feather pillow," he muses. Then again, this place has made him forget so many things, what's one more? He grins and tickles Vash's chin with it. "I'm not complaining, though. I feel too good to complain. Far too good."
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Date: 2019-06-12 11:40 am (UTC)He's becoming very warm and relaxed, now, floating in the afterglow, feeling pleasantly drugged. He settles in with a soft hum, shifting under Vash, perfectly content to stay there under him. Then he stops. Blinks. Picks up a feather.
"Hm," he says quietly, slowly and idly twirling it in his fingers. "I don't recall having a feather pillow," he muses. Then again, this place has made him forget so many things, what's one more? He grins and tickles Vash's chin with it. "I'm not complaining, though. I feel too good to complain. Far too good."