[His response takes a moment, as he's quite distracted with Angelina. She continues to pound her forelegs into his chest, as if administering CPR. Each blow sends him further into the mud, and sends another bout of laughter into the air.
Eventually, though, he does wrestle the dog off him, and she promptly runs off to find a stick. Or something else. Hard to say.]
Aren't you a big softie! [He says it with a toothy grin, and a tone that's teasing over anything else. All told, one could believe that he was continuing to fool around. Unfortunately for Gnosis, though, Vash really does think that. Oops.]
I'm sure Liv and Nick will appreciate it. Don't want them gettin' caught in the crossfire!
[He loves them both enough to not subject them to his pranks. Or rather, these pranks. They get pranks of their own.
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Eventually, though, he does wrestle the dog off him, and she promptly runs off to find a stick. Or something else. Hard to say.]
Aren't you a big softie! [He says it with a toothy grin, and a tone that's teasing over anything else. All told, one could believe that he was continuing to fool around. Unfortunately for Gnosis, though, Vash really does think that. Oops.]
I'm sure Liv and Nick will appreciate it. Don't want them gettin' caught in the crossfire!
[He loves them both enough to not subject them to his pranks. Or rather, these pranks. They get pranks of their own.