[ vash trots behind the other obediently, armload of flat soda still clutched to his chest, until logan finds the source of the offensively sweet smell (and the mess that vash will have to clean up later).
perhaps a long time ago, the bucket could have passed for some kind of maple syrup. alas, no longer - it's clearly too fermented to be of any use to anybody (unless they're looking to invent a new kind of petrol) except for the rat - and it looks like it's enjoying itself too much with the lucky find. ]
Oh, [ rather than be horrified at the size of the rat or the fact that it's eating what should be a sellable good, vash's face lights up. ] What a big guy!
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perhaps a long time ago, the bucket could have passed for some kind of maple syrup. alas, no longer - it's clearly too fermented to be of any use to anybody (unless they're looking to invent a new kind of petrol) except for the rat - and it looks like it's enjoying itself too much with the lucky find. ]
Oh, [ rather than be horrified at the size of the rat or the fact that it's eating what should be a sellable good, vash's face lights up. ] What a big guy!