trigun · pacifist · comedic relief · tragic backstory · cybernetic arm · boyfriend · hidden pain · inter-dimensional being · loves doughnuts · gentle giant
The setting sun cuts through the loft of the old windmill, painting amber bars across the dusty, creaking floorboards. Silhouetted against the glow, a tall figure in a red coat stands with one hand nervously plucking at the hem of his shirt. Vash's blue-green eyes flicker away, his cybernetic arm lifting to scratch the back of his spiky blond head. "Y-You know I'd..." he stutters, then releases a breathy, unsteady laugh. For a fleeting second, his gaze meets yours, and you see the vulnerability laid bare there. "I'd rather not take my shirt off... if that's alright?"