[That might just be something he does during his time here...why wouldn't he want to make friends with Ain's friends, after all? They've confessed their love to each other at this point, so...he's likely going to be sticking around for a while. And hey, as long as Add doesn't destroy it, or render his arm unusable? Vash wouldn't complain if he wanted to do a little experimenting.
A little.
For now though, he wants it fixed. Then he can worry about other things later.
Vash nods and reaches for the arm with his good hand after taking a moment to shrug off his jacket, exposing where said arm connects to the rest of his body so that Eve can see. There isn't just a completely bare, exposed stump there, but instead a metal, cybernetic casing that seems to have been surgically implanted into him, similar to how Add has cybernetic implants of his own. These sorts of scars and modifications litter Vash's body, though most are hidden underneath his clothing unseen. His arm...is a different story entirely.
Said arm hooks into the base, slotting into it and locking into place. After making sure it's secure, Vash taps a few latches along the sides to finalize the connection, the entire arm spasming once as it rewires itself to Vash's nervous system. Now is when he winces, gritting his teeth as a jolt of pain rushes through it, signaling that, well. It's working, kindof...he's able to feel pain from the way it's malfunctioning, that's for sure.]
It...deflected a bullet a couple weeks ago. [He admits, though doesn't elaborate on how that came about.] The damage spread from there.
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A little.
For now though, he wants it fixed. Then he can worry about other things later.
Vash nods and reaches for the arm with his good hand after taking a moment to shrug off his jacket, exposing where said arm connects to the rest of his body so that Eve can see. There isn't just a completely bare, exposed stump there, but instead a metal, cybernetic casing that seems to have been surgically implanted into him, similar to how Add has cybernetic implants of his own. These sorts of scars and modifications litter Vash's body, though most are hidden underneath his clothing unseen. His arm...is a different story entirely.
Said arm hooks into the base, slotting into it and locking into place. After making sure it's secure, Vash taps a few latches along the sides to finalize the connection, the entire arm spasming once as it rewires itself to Vash's nervous system. Now is when he winces, gritting his teeth as a jolt of pain rushes through it, signaling that, well. It's working, kindof...he's able to feel pain from the way it's malfunctioning, that's for sure.]
It...deflected a bullet a couple weeks ago. [He admits, though doesn't elaborate on how that came about.] The damage spread from there.