Mmhh? [Hang on his cheeks are Full of Borger, but after a sip of his milkshake he fixes that.] My eyes?
[No, your mouth. After a moment of owlish blinking, though, Vash sets down the last quarter of his burger (somehow there's SOME LEFT) and dusts off his hands, making sure to screw his eyes firmly shut.]
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[No, your mouth. After a moment of owlish blinking, though, Vash sets down the last quarter of his burger (somehow there's SOME LEFT) and dusts off his hands, making sure to screw his eyes firmly shut.]
Okay, they're closed!