"Of course you're blaming genetics. Genetics gave you that hair style and those piercings. All of those additional aesthetics you were just born with, huh? You're a miracle child," Vaughn teased. And no, he was never one to tease someone about something they couldn't help. Like height.
The silence hadn't been awkward, though. It had never felt awkward between them, even when Ash had been a big, smoking cat Vaughn had gotten used to it quite quickly. There was a slight bubble of nerves as to where the night was going to lead, because it had been a long time since he'd been with anyone-
He'd face-planted onto his bed and curled his arms around one of the pillows, quietly waiting to see if someone was going to join him- the mew and the tiny dip in the bed made him smile, and he scratched his fingers against the space beside him, inviting Ash to lay there.
"Hey, kitty," Vaughn said softly, sliding his fingers against the black fur of cat!Mao's head. "I'm off work tomorrow if you want to go to the movies or something," he continued, closing his eyes and resting his hand on the purring tummy. Did it feel weird to know that that tummy also belonged to a cute human? Vaughn couldn't really tell right now. He was fine right now. "Or we can get your book and translate some stuff. Whatever you want. If you want to do anything at all." It wasn't like there was an obligation to spend time together. They could take their time-