[ Vash peeks from between his fingers. He's not wearing his usual sunglasses for once, startlingly blue eyes wide behind newly splayed fingers. His expression is fit into something of a pout, lips pursed and chin jutted. Like a child that's being admonished. ]
I'm not annoyed. I don't care if you borrow my shirts to sleep on.
[ A weird sentence sure, but he doesn't mind. There's precious little he wouldn't allow someone to do, which really, is likely an issue in and of itself. ]
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[ Vash peeks from between his fingers. He's not wearing his usual sunglasses for once, startlingly blue eyes wide behind newly splayed fingers. His expression is fit into something of a pout, lips pursed and chin jutted. Like a child that's being admonished. ]
I'm not annoyed. I don't care if you borrow my shirts to sleep on.
[ A weird sentence sure, but he doesn't mind. There's precious little he wouldn't allow someone to do, which really, is likely an issue in and of itself. ]