[At this point in his life, Vash feels like this is a mercy. Not that he wants to die, of course. There's still so much he hasn't done...so much he hasn't atoned for. Death is almost too much of a kindness, when he's been the source of so much misfortune and heartache for others. Taking him off the streets means that won't be happening to anyone else. He can rest easy knowing that, he thinks...
So he sits there with his temple against the cool metal, waiting. He figures it has to be only a few hours, by now.
He doesn't actually see Tyki until he's right up next to his cage, and even then you would think he would have heard him long before he got this close. It's because Vash's mind is a million miles away, one of his large ears flicking as he glances over past the hood of his coat. It takes him a moment, looking at the cigarette, to realize what it even is.]
Oh. No, I...I don't...sorry.
[He's had owners who did. He didn't begrudge them for it, he just couldn't get into it himself. Perhaps he was just never coaxed hard enough, or perhaps it smelled too smoky for his liking.]
NOO DONT EAT HIM
So he sits there with his temple against the cool metal, waiting. He figures it has to be only a few hours, by now.
He doesn't actually see Tyki until he's right up next to his cage, and even then you would think he would have heard him long before he got this close. It's because Vash's mind is a million miles away, one of his large ears flicking as he glances over past the hood of his coat. It takes him a moment, looking at the cigarette, to realize what it even is.]
Oh. No, I...I don't...sorry.
[He's had owners who did. He didn't begrudge them for it, he just couldn't get into it himself. Perhaps he was just never coaxed hard enough, or perhaps it smelled too smoky for his liking.]