[ He's about to demand Knives to explain what else he's supposed to call somebody glowing other than "glowing"... but then Knives is glowing and Vash is enthralled. It was scary at first, but only because it was different -- up close, when he's expecting it? It's so pretty.
He cups Knives's face in his hands, stroking over the pretty lights. They aren't hot, like he thought they might be. He can't feel them at all, except somewhere in his gut, somehow, where they just feel like Knives, but more. ]
I can't glow! How come you can glow and I can't?
[ He traces over every single light on Knives's face, peering at his eyes to see the swirls there, poking them to see if the light shifts with touch... he even leans in and licks one, to see if it tastes any different than regular skin. ]
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He cups Knives's face in his hands, stroking over the pretty lights. They aren't hot, like he thought they might be. He can't feel them at all, except somewhere in his gut, somehow, where they just feel like Knives, but more. ]
I can't glow! How come you can glow and I can't?
[ He traces over every single light on Knives's face, peering at his eyes to see the swirls there, poking them to see if the light shifts with touch... he even leans in and licks one, to see if it tastes any different than regular skin. ]