[For just a second, Vash's eyes go wide. He doesn't expect that hand on his mouth, just as he doesn't expect the flood of heat it evokes. His cheeks are faintly pink by the time Pure Vanilla pulls back. Though he'll never admit it out loud, it feels like a bit of a loss, having Pure Vanilla's hand pull away. Maybe he might have liked to explore every ridge and whorl with his -
Right. Moving on.]
Don't underestimate me, Pure Vanilla! I can really put it away. [He falls into quipping without missing a beat, leaning back to pat his stomach with both hands. Then without waiting a beat, he plucks up another slice of pizza. He's halfway into a bite when Pure Vanilla thanks him and, without pausing to consider it:]
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Right. Moving on.]
Don't underestimate me, Pure Vanilla! I can really put it away. [He falls into quipping without missing a beat, leaning back to pat his stomach with both hands. Then without waiting a beat, he plucks up another slice of pizza. He's halfway into a bite when Pure Vanilla thanks him and, without pausing to consider it:]
Anything for you.
[Yes, through a mouthful of pizza.]