Vash's nose wrinkles in disgust at that strange sensor. Scoffing when Azwel puts it in place. "Yeah. That one is going to suck coming off again." He's bitter and angry; yet strangely still getting aroused and he hates it. Hates how warm and comfortable this bed was despite the restraints. Hates that strange smell in the air. Hates that blinking light on his friend's head. Hates what he is. Hates that he's not just a boring normal human. Hates this place.
"What is cycling!?" He pulls at his wrists again. "What do those numbers mean?!" Vash yanks his head back. Trying to see where that tube is going to. Wanting to have a better understanding of what is being done to him.
He hears that whisper again, but he can't believe it. Not once has anyone ever let him go once they've started their testing. He's always had to save himself and so Vash believes this time will be no different. Silently he watches as Azwel enjoys that warm heat on his body. Vash guesses that will be his own fate soon enough. Arms twisting and pulling against the restraints. As if he keeps trying he might be able to pull his hands free.
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Date: 2019-05-24 02:48 pm (UTC)"What is cycling!?" He pulls at his wrists again. "What do those numbers mean?!" Vash yanks his head back. Trying to see where that tube is going to. Wanting to have a better understanding of what is being done to him.
He hears that whisper again, but he can't believe it. Not once has anyone ever let him go once they've started their testing. He's always had to save himself and so Vash believes this time will be no different. Silently he watches as Azwel enjoys that warm heat on his body. Vash guesses that will be his own fate soon enough. Arms twisting and pulling against the restraints. As if he keeps trying he might be able to pull his hands free.