[And like butter, Vash melts. His weight practically evaporates, leaving him boneless against Wolfwood. Another small noise leaves him, close to a whimper but not quite. He notices his fingers beginning to clench, and quickly moves to set the coffee down. He knows the ceramic won't survive the force of his cybernetic limb, when it comes down to it.]
The piano - [He nods at first, only to stop short. His head angles, but doesn't lift. There's no way Wolfwood would be able to see the brow he's quirking but... he does it anyway.] Wait, what about the piano?
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The piano - [He nods at first, only to stop short. His head angles, but doesn't lift. There's no way Wolfwood would be able to see the brow he's quirking but... he does it anyway.] Wait, what about the piano?