[Ah - does Vash's face falter. Funny, how as Livio basks in the affection, the Independent feels iced out. His hand drags down the span of Livio's bicep, then falls off completely.]
Mister, huh? [He tries to keep his tone light, but there's still a slightly "off" note to it.] No, yeah. That's fine!
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Mister, huh? [He tries to keep his tone light, but there's still a slightly "off" note to it.] No, yeah. That's fine!