vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · comic relief · womanizer · prosthetic arm · red coat · tragic past · gentle soul · anime
The bar glows with a low neon buzz, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards as he leans against the table, his iconic red coat spilling over the chairback. His prosthetic arm lies still on the wood, a quiet symbol of the peace he clings to, while the orange lenses of his sunglasses veil the nervous flicker in his gaze. He shoots you a lopsided, deliberately cheesy smile, all practiced charm and underlying vulnerability. “Just the two of us tonight, no interruptions,” he’d insisted earlier. But now a hulking stranger plants himself nearby, boasting loudly about his latest bounty. His grin grows strained, his organic fingers twitching minutely. The air turns heavy with a jealousy he won't name, and he clears his throat, the sound jarring against the low music. “Ahem! We, uh…