[He knows he isn't going to get away from this without throwing a decent punch, so a decent punch Razlo will get. Vash winds up with his prosthetic and puts... about 50% of his strength into it. Considering the fact that his general physique well outmatched the average human, Razlo might actually wind up feeling it!]
[vash may be a gentle soul, but he's still an independent plant. razlo and livio's strength is only a pathetic echo of that precise power. vash putting any weight behind it jars razlo -- and simultaneously gets his blood rushing as if in a life or death fight and endears him that much more to livio's partner.]
Holy shit! That fuckin' hurt!! I didn't think ya'd really do it, ya pansy!
[and despite bullying vash into smacking him, raz doesn't return the gesture. he can tell well enough by now that it'd hurt his feelings more than anything.]
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[Instead he shoves Razlo away, albeit with a hint more force than the punch. He's exasperated here, not actually mad.]
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Better?
[Lord does he already sound guilty.]
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Holy shit! That fuckin' hurt!! I didn't think ya'd really do it, ya pansy!
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Would you have let it go if I said no? [He doesn't seem that bothered, at least. If anything, his tone is light and playful.]
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[and despite bullying vash into smacking him, raz doesn't return the gesture. he can tell well enough by now that it'd hurt his feelings more than anything.]
Y'ain't half bad, either, stampede.
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That's what I thought.
[And ohhhh do his eyes brighten. Despite the joke in the words that follow, it seems that someone is actually touched by it all.]
Y'really think that? Me? Not so bad?
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Don't push yer luck, now.