[It's more of an echo than anything else, his face turning bright pink as his lips shift upward in an awkward smile.]
...Yes. It's useful.
[His stomach gives a soft growl of protest, to which he answers with more Supernova down the hatch. But, ah, what now? He's not so great at talking, at getting conversations running, as far as he's aware. and he's definitely aware of Vincent's shifted perception of his body. Enough that the blush lingers on his own face.]
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[It's more of an echo than anything else, his face turning bright pink as his lips shift upward in an awkward smile.]
...Yes. It's useful.
[His stomach gives a soft growl of protest, to which he answers with more Supernova down the hatch. But, ah, what now? He's not so great at talking, at getting conversations running, as far as he's aware. and he's definitely aware of Vincent's shifted perception of his body. Enough that the blush lingers on his own face.]
What do... um...
..things you like?
I like-- butterflies. And other bugs.