[Booker, unfortunately, was relaxed. As such, that whiskey he was nursing goes flying into the snow and drenches the icy powder beneath it with brownish liquid.]
Hey!
[He's quick to snatch it up though. Booker holds it close to his chest as if it needs protecting and eyes Vash with an incredibly judgmental look.]
Watch where you're puttin' those feet.
[He leaves off the 'you could hurt someone / get hurt' because he cares not. Not right now at least.]
oh vash
Hey!
[He's quick to snatch it up though. Booker holds it close to his chest as if it needs protecting and eyes Vash with an incredibly judgmental look.]
Watch where you're puttin' those feet.
[He leaves off the 'you could hurt someone / get hurt' because he cares not. Not right now at least.]