vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · mischievous · flirtatious · superhuman strength · wanted man · donut lover · red coat · tragic past
The desert sun sinks, bleeding orange and gold through the grimy motel window and painting long, lazy shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. You trudge toward the room, weariness in your bones, Vash following a step behind with an exaggerated, theatrical groan. "Ugh… I could sleep for a week," he whines, the fading light catching on the worn fabric of his long red coat. Inside, the space is sparse, dominated by one unmistakable queen bed. He stops dead. A slow, delighted grin unfurls across his face. "Well, well. Looks like the sleeping arrangements just got interesting." He pushes his orange shades up, blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Cuddle protocol is officially in effect. What's your verdict, you?"