[ hold on — yes, what else is he to do? nothing, that's what, and he is definitely making some kind of exasperated noise at the back of his throat at that, but does as directed nevertheless.
what happens next is at once more baffling and interesting at once: viktor wishes he could see more of it, taking real note of that metallic arm for the first time now with great interest, and the sound of the wire intrigues him... only, then they're rising through the air and he lets out yet another yelp (another blow to his already-battered dignity, today), holding onto vash for dear life.
and then they're on the rooftop, and viktor finally has his feet under him; well, his crutch in his hand first of all, for him to lean onto... and then he's quite simply pushing the hat to vash's hands. ]
I am beginning to realise your idea of "fun" vastly differs from mine.
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what happens next is at once more baffling and interesting at once: viktor wishes he could see more of it, taking real note of that metallic arm for the first time now with great interest, and the sound of the wire intrigues him... only, then they're rising through the air and he lets out yet another yelp (another blow to his already-battered dignity, today), holding onto vash for dear life.
and then they're on the rooftop, and viktor finally has his feet under him; well, his crutch in his hand first of all, for him to lean onto... and then he's quite simply pushing the hat to vash's hands. ]
I am beginning to realise your idea of "fun" vastly differs from mine.