Spike Spiegal has left the building
Vash twitched. Wolfwood lit another smoke, exhaling with a long-suffering sigh.
Milly giggled.
Inhale. Exhale. "Say it."
Vash twitched again.
"Stop twitching already, will ya?! You're gonna pop, or something. Christ. Most kids're happy playing tag, or Tomas rustlers, or shopkeeper or something." Another drag, deeper than the last. "So of course I end up stuck with the only kids on the whole godforsaken planet that wanna be hairdressers."
"That was really sweet of you, Priest-san!" Vash nodded in agreement.
"Besides, the kids really liked you..."
"Oh don't you dare..."
"...Tongari!"
Meryl continued fumbling in her bag for her camera.