[he doesn't even care if he's made a (small) mess of himself with drops of milk tea and tapioca pearls when he knows vash wants to laugh at him-]
Those aren't bubbles!
[his voice cracks, still coughing around the phantom sensation of boba in his throat. he shoves the drink back at vash and reaches for a napkin to cough into.
and then, pausing briefly, he picks up one of the boba that fell into his lap and
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Those aren't bubbles!
[his voice cracks, still coughing around the phantom sensation of boba in his throat. he shoves the drink back at vash and reaches for a napkin to cough into.
and then, pausing briefly, he picks up one of the boba that fell into his lap and
throws it at vash.]