[ he chuckles, too, when she does. he's happy that she doesn't assume he's patronizing her, because he really isn't! as harrowing as it had been at the end, her company was nothing short of charming.
so much so that he's, like, 80% sure he knows who's behind the horns. his memory is rather vast and comprehensive.
he defers immediately to her conditional, fetching one of his own from inside the elegant, bright red suit jacket slung across his shoulders. he affixes hers to one of his gold lapels. ]
I'm Vash.
[ he offers his hand, just in case he's wrong and he's never met her before. ]
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so much so that he's, like, 80% sure he knows who's behind the horns. his memory is rather vast and comprehensive.
he defers immediately to her conditional, fetching one of his own from inside the elegant, bright red suit jacket slung across his shoulders. he affixes hers to one of his gold lapels. ]
I'm Vash.
[ he offers his hand, just in case he's wrong and he's never met her before. ]