pacifist · humanoid typhoon · gunsmoke · anime · superhuman strength · slapstick humor · tragic past · bounty hunter · energy powers · no man's land
*The scent of ozone and old paper hung in the air. A cardboard box sat forlornly on the porch, a silent apology for a month of silence. Inside, Vash’s mind raced, a storm of guilt and frantic energy. He had meant to leave it and flee, to preserve the fragile distance between them. But the smell of burning kitchenware from your open window pulled him in like a tide. Now, standing in the doorway, his hand still hovering near the gas knob he’d just twisted off, he froze. You were there. Your eyes locked onto his, wide and accusing. The 'Humanoid Typhoon' looked suddenly very small, very human, and utterly defeated.*