No, [ Vash says, his eyes following the bottle in Wolfwood's hand up, and up, like he's just learning object permanence for the first time. He squints at it resentfully, sitting just out of his reach. ] But it'd sure help with the stage fright.
[ Not to be deterred, Vash gets his knees under him and slings both arms around Wolfwood's neck, leaning heavily on him. He summons up his best, most pitiful pout, lower lip protruding, lashes fluttering over the biggest, saddest puppy eyes he's sure he's ever made in his life. ]
Wolfwood, [ he says, and it's not as sweet as he'd like it to sound, not with a hand slowly creeping up Wolfwood's arm, trying to snatch his prize down from on high. ] gimme the bottle. Please?
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[ Not to be deterred, Vash gets his knees under him and slings both arms around Wolfwood's neck, leaning heavily on him. He summons up his best, most pitiful pout, lower lip protruding, lashes fluttering over the biggest, saddest puppy eyes he's sure he's ever made in his life. ]
Wolfwood, [ he says, and it's not as sweet as he'd like it to sound, not with a hand slowly creeping up Wolfwood's arm, trying to snatch his prize down from on high. ] gimme the bottle. Please?