[Vanitas doesn't know at what point he let his guard down enough to go from making sure this guy wasn't some kind of pervert to now fighting with his body to not to react to hands that were truly just trying to help him escape his costume.
And why was he revealing so much information about things that might be used against him. If this were a tactic to get information out of him he would have failed miserably. Oushi's eyes, swampy as he might have considered them, were fascinating. Some middle ground between true green and hazel that a person could really lose time trying to pinpoint.]
I mean.. you just seem like you're in good shape. [Vanitas slides his hands further up Oushi's torso to his chest, deliberate about what he touches on the route to pull that shirt off over his head. They're about the same height but the other boy probably has a couple of centimeters on him if he cared enough to compare. He appreciates not having to bend down or stand on the tips of his toes to complete the task, dropping the shirt onto the ground.]
I.. don't. [Physical activity is on his list of things to do more often, but he doesn't get a whole lot of it if his physique is any indicator. He stares at a spot on Oushi's neck just where it meets the start of his shoulder, swallowing hard, then looking elsewhere. He's not a vampire, but he's also not not a vampire either, and he bets anything Oushi has a strong pulse.]
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And why was he revealing so much information about things that might be used against him. If this were a tactic to get information out of him he would have failed miserably. Oushi's eyes, swampy as he might have considered them, were fascinating. Some middle ground between true green and hazel that a person could really lose time trying to pinpoint.]
I mean.. you just seem like you're in good shape. [Vanitas slides his hands further up Oushi's torso to his chest, deliberate about what he touches on the route to pull that shirt off over his head. They're about the same height but the other boy probably has a couple of centimeters on him if he cared enough to compare. He appreciates not having to bend down or stand on the tips of his toes to complete the task, dropping the shirt onto the ground.]
I.. don't. [Physical activity is on his list of things to do more often, but he doesn't get a whole lot of it if his physique is any indicator. He stares at a spot on Oushi's neck just where it meets the start of his shoulder, swallowing hard, then looking elsewhere. He's not a vampire, but he's also not not a vampire either, and he bets anything Oushi has a strong pulse.]