[ vash pauses, very carefully, at the question. clearly, he hasn't even thought about what kind of prize it would be until octavian decided to point it out - not that he is likely to admit it to the other, of course.
it's probably some kind of snack - chocolate or candy of some sort - but also, it might not be! who really knows, right?
with that, vash will practically bat his lashes at the other in an effort at distraction. ]
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it's probably some kind of snack - chocolate or candy of some sort - but also, it might not be! who really knows, right?
with that, vash will practically bat his lashes at the other in an effort at distraction. ]
Something good, that's for sure!