[Yeah, Vash's arm...isn't looking so hot. He's continually using it- he doesn't have much choice, save for opting to not wear his arm entirely- which has caused the cracks to spread steadily throughout the week. What was once a chip that started at his knuckles has now spread halfway up his forearm, and there are a few pieces around his fingers threatening to break away. That part...he hasn't really told Ain about though, not wanting to worry him. He'll be fine. It's been worse than this before, and Bradd was able to repair it just fine. Surely Ain's friend can fix it too...?
Vash nods, having long since thrown the rest of that bagel into his mouth before hopping his way into his boots, stomping them in succession against the floor to get them fully on. Vash is proud of you for covering up your titties, Ain, you're going to need it.]
guess who fell the fuck to sleep mid-tag it was me
Vash nods, having long since thrown the rest of that bagel into his mouth before hopping his way into his boots, stomping them in succession against the floor to get them fully on. Vash is proud of you for covering up your titties, Ain, you're going to need it.]
Yep, I'm ready!