[ The pair of eyes Vash meets with his own are already glowing, a softly luminous sort of gold and altogether unimpressed at the scene before him. He watches the stumbling and fumbling for a moment, one corner of his mouth curling into something like a grimace when pieces go clattering to the floor again. ]
I am fine. Watching you, however, is beginning to hurt.
[ He steps over to take some of these arms and hands off of Vash’s, well, hands. ]
no subject
I am fine. Watching you, however, is beginning to hurt.
[ He steps over to take some of these arms and hands off of Vash’s, well, hands. ]
Give me that. You look a fool.
[ Yoink. ]