[Look, since arriving, Vash and Wolfwood have been attacked by strange things. Thus, the Independent should probably be forgiven for jumping approximately three feet in the air and yelping at about the same pitch as Angelina's little yips. He holds himself like a scandalized Victorian Woman, before finally seeming to realize that this is a puppy, and that said puppy doesn't mean any harm.
Right. Okay.]
Hey there, li'l miss. Don't think you're supposed to be out of your room, you know.
[He kneels down, solely because her current hyperfixation will surely keep her from running away and out into the snow. At least if he's getting the shit licked out of him, she'll stay in one place. So Vash lays himself into the crossfire, lowering his face to be absolutely obliterated by one very enthusiastic puppy.
Once she's thoroughly distracted by him, he makes his move. He reaches his arms out to snatch her up and -
instead pitches forward, face first onto the ground. Distracted by puppy as he is, he has only his nose to break his fall. Ouch.]
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Right. Okay.]
Hey there, li'l miss. Don't think you're supposed to be out of your room, you know.
[He kneels down, solely because her current hyperfixation will surely keep her from running away and out into the snow. At least if he's getting the shit licked out of him, she'll stay in one place. So Vash lays himself into the crossfire, lowering his face to be absolutely obliterated by one very enthusiastic puppy.
Once she's thoroughly distracted by him, he makes his move. He reaches his arms out to snatch her up and -
instead pitches forward, face first onto the ground. Distracted by puppy as he is, he has only his nose to break his fall. Ouch.]