[As much as Vash might like to run from the "scene of the crime" as it were, his Mimikyu would never let him live it down. And by now, he knows better than to doubt her prowess, too. So instead he shuffles over to the booth he'd been sitting at and snatches up his jacket. Iconic as the red fabric is, he doesn't want to put it on, but as the little creature has been making a home in his hood, he doesn't really have a choice.
He turns, swinging his bag onto his shoulder in one fluid motion, and offers a very nervous smile. He flaps his hand about right in front of his face, trying to both dismiss the man and obscure his own traits. The less this man can recognize, the better.]
Eh? No, no! Just doin' my part and spreading a little love and peace through the city! Take care!
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He turns, swinging his bag onto his shoulder in one fluid motion, and offers a very nervous smile. He flaps his hand about right in front of his face, trying to both dismiss the man and obscure his own traits. The less this man can recognize, the better.]
Eh? No, no! Just doin' my part and spreading a little love and peace through the city! Take care!