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[ Unfortunately for Vash, he's just bumped into someone with the appearance of a pale white stick ready to fall over at the slightest knock. He doesn't actually fall at Vash's bump, supported by a quick tentacle digging itself into the ground to support him, but he does delicately pat at his chest where a bruise can be seen peeking out from under his shirt. ]

[ A bruise he just illusioned on to quickly give himself an excuse from avoiding getting volunteered for this task. Sorry, Vash. ]

I'm afraid I'm much too delicate for such a thing. I bruise quite easily.