[Is Octavian enjoying the festive atmosphere? Not really, so if nothing else, Vash charging up at full speed is at least something different to look at, rather than all the festivities. He doesn't really know what to... do, as it were, at a carnival; leaving aside how the semitangible, not-always-cooperative nature of his spectral body would probably make playing games difficult, there's also just - well, a lot of people. He doesn't know how to do "a lot of people."
He stares at the bacon costume with open shock, or at least as open as he's capable of displaying, which is pretty muted. Still, there is a raised eyebrow. Eventually he clears his throat, a dusty, chalk-snapping sound, and in his quiet voice:]
egg........
He stares at the bacon costume with open shock, or at least as open as he's capable of displaying, which is pretty muted. Still, there is a raised eyebrow. Eventually he clears his throat, a dusty, chalk-snapping sound, and in his quiet voice:]
I will not be doing that. You look ridiculous.
[sorry............]