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Vash put on his new coat, with subtle changes to the collar, the buttons, the piping. He carefully adjusted the collar, then made an absurd curtsy, hands holding up his outer coattails.
The most important part was the tails--making sure they flapped around him like wings and swirled dramatically in the breeze, heralding his coming. Now he was spinning like a girl in a brand-new dress, a mad whirl of delight in something so small, so simple, as the way coattails felt as he moved -- something whose existence I'd never even considered.
"Whaddaya think?" He came to a halt and looked over his shoulder at me, batting his eyes like a preening young lady.
There’s never a good answer to that question. Besides, he always looked good, whatever he was wearing. I shrugged. "Like a Needle Noggin."
I wanted to say he exuded love and peace, consecrating everything he touched. Every step he took was holy ground.
And he didn't even know.