[ the smile is no less blinding up close like this, and viktor is at a loss as he's being talked to not only like he's already friends with this stranger, but like he's somehow done him a service by standing there with a hat in his hands — this is, by far, the weirdest thing to have happened to him in this place, and that includes having been told of his own impending death via a hex crystal missile. ]
You don't need to thank me, [ he says into the brief silence as the man trails off, and then viktor registers the sound of running feet, and oh. oh, well, that's not ideal.
what's equally not ideal is the solution vash comes up with — his apology leaves viktor letting out a quiet huh? as the puppy eyes make him feel somewhat unbalanced, and then he's being lifted up —
later, he will insist that the yell he lets out is totally, entirely dignified. ]
Wait, [ he not quite shouts, but his voice is definitely raised, ] You are running from children?
no subject
You don't need to thank me, [ he says into the brief silence as the man trails off, and then viktor registers the sound of running feet, and oh. oh, well, that's not ideal.
what's equally not ideal is the solution vash comes up with — his apology leaves viktor letting out a quiet huh? as the puppy eyes make him feel somewhat unbalanced, and then he's being lifted up —
later, he will insist that the yell he lets out is totally, entirely dignified. ]
Wait, [ he not quite shouts, but his voice is definitely raised, ] You are running from children?