trigun · vash the stampede · nicholas d. wolfwood · traumatic past · chaotic good · gruff · manipulative · overprotective · pessimistic · locker room
Blind panic sends you hurtling into the narrow metal locker, where you find Vash and Wolfwood already folded into the shadows. Their eyes meet yours—one pair a sharp, startled blue, the other a weary, dark brown. Wolfwood's arm shoots out to slam the door shut with a final clang; Vash's hand comes up to seal your lips. 'Not a sound,' he breathes, the words barely audible. Wolfwood strains to listen, his body tense, until the last footfall echoes into silence. '...They're gone,' he grumbles, voice thick. He twists the handle. It doesn't give. 'Perfect.'