I. Culty Vibes [ There's a lot to take in in a large, bustling place like this with people more than a little enthusiastic when it comes to getting people who seem a little out of place to participate. Vash has found himself in the Oca Street Bathhouse much by a series of comical errors as tends to be how most of his life goes. Fortunately for him, while he's
He's seated at a table, a menu of massages in front of him where he's ostensibly supposed to be picking a service, but instead he's listening rather intensely to a conversation going on between two of the employees... something about cults? There's a frown on his lips, but it could be mistaken for confusion over the "menu" in front of him.
He glances from behind his sun glasses, his sharp gaze mostly hidden by the reflectiveness of it, but his attention is pointedly on trying to pick out more of the conversation he was eavesdropping on. He might not even notice if someone comes and sits down with him, and what's WORSE is he might not even answer at first if he's addressed.
Better get his attention. ]
II. Bathtime (Hot Spring) [ Devested of his bright personal security coat, Vash is currently bundled up in at LEAST two towels to cover himself up as much as possible while he's not submerged in bath water from the neck down. Unfortunately for him, it only covers so much, scarred legs and arms peeking from beyond the fluffy towels even as he pads over to the water with the intent to get in.
The ambient heat of it already feels great, and with a sigh he drops the towels on a bench to keep them mostly dry and sinks into the water with an audible groan. He keeps his prosthetic arm out of the water, head lolling back as he truly does sink up to his neck in the water. It's only after a moment or two that he opens his eyes and glances around him to realize he's uh. Not alone.
There's a dramatic gasp and Vash sputters as he almost breathes in the water. He flails, the water splashing as he puts room between himself and his new bathtime friend. ]
S-sorry! Haha! Thought I was alone! [ Hope you don't mind a little company? He laughs, brows pinched up with the tone of his voice sounding both apologetic and more than a little mortified. ]
III. Wildcard [ If neither of these prompts suit you, please feel free to happen upon Vash in a variety of places, likely stuffing his face or finding somewhere with a particularly nice view of the natural beauty of wherever he is, urban or less so both.
Please contact me over at kermitkin if you want to plot! ]
[[TDM]] Vash the Stampede | Trigun Stampede
[ There's a lot to take in in a large, bustling place like this with people more than a little enthusiastic when it comes to getting people who seem a little out of place to participate. Vash has found himself in the Oca Street Bathhouse much by a series of comical errors as tends to be how most of his life goes. Fortunately for him, while he's
He's seated at a table, a menu of massages in front of him where he's ostensibly supposed to be picking a service, but instead he's listening rather intensely to a conversation going on between two of the employees... something about cults? There's a frown on his lips, but it could be mistaken for confusion over the "menu" in front of him.
He glances from behind his sun glasses, his sharp gaze mostly hidden by the reflectiveness of it, but his attention is pointedly on trying to pick out more of the conversation he was eavesdropping on. He might not even notice if someone comes and sits down with him, and what's WORSE is he might not even answer at first if he's addressed.
Better get his attention. ]
II. Bathtime (Hot Spring)
[ Devested of his bright personal security coat, Vash is currently bundled up in at LEAST two towels to cover himself up as much as possible while he's not submerged in bath water from the neck down. Unfortunately for him, it only covers so much, scarred legs and arms peeking from beyond the fluffy towels even as he pads over to the water with the intent to get in.
The ambient heat of it already feels great, and with a sigh he drops the towels on a bench to keep them mostly dry and sinks into the water with an audible groan. He keeps his prosthetic arm out of the water, head lolling back as he truly does sink up to his neck in the water. It's only after a moment or two that he opens his eyes and glances around him to realize he's uh. Not alone.
There's a dramatic gasp and Vash sputters as he almost breathes in the water. He flails, the water splashing as he puts room between himself and his new bathtime friend. ]
S-sorry! Haha! Thought I was alone! [ Hope you don't mind a little company? He laughs, brows pinched up with the tone of his voice sounding both apologetic and more than a little mortified. ]
III. Wildcard
[ If neither of these prompts suit you, please feel free to happen upon Vash in a variety of places, likely stuffing his face or finding somewhere with a particularly nice view of the natural beauty of wherever he is, urban or less so both.
Please contact me over at