A. WAKING UP
[ The last thing that Vash remembers before waking up pressed against someone warm is falling. Falling and falling and splashing into the tank water below. When he does wake, it's with a start, a gasp of air pulled into his lungs like a man who was about to lose his breath. Instinctively he pulls his arms tighter, pulling whoever it is with him closer flush to his bare, scarred chest. He's not used to waking up like this, warm and comfortable and with someone in his arms. It's almost like a surreal sort of dream he immediately feels guilty about.

He's still catching his bearings when he realizes he's awake and he's got someONE in a tight grip and all of a sudden he's a flurry of bare limbs as he scampers across the bed and tumbles inelegantly down onto the floor in a heap, blonde hair mussed and hiding most of his face but not the bright crimson color of the tips of his ears. Wide and bright blue eyes lock on to the other person in the bed and even as Vash makes sure whatever's around his waist is still there he's stumbling around his words. ]

S-SORRY! So Sorry! I don't— do I know? [ He grimaces, teeth clenched together as he tries to figure out the heap he's still in almost like he's half ready for whoever's he's staring down is going to start throwing things at him. Or worse. ]

B. HEAVEN OR HELL
[ Honestly it might be a jumpsuit but the moment whoever or WHATever staff lets him into the little closet, Vash is immediately thankful. Others might have gone for something else, but Vash beelines for the yellow branded jumpsuits. He's in the middle of shoving one scarred leg into the leg of the pants when he hears the door open again. By now he's given up being worried about others being subjected to the sight of his scarred and marred body.

He turns and offers something of a startled expression to the new stranger, an expression that he immediately schools into something softer and more friendly as he reaches out to offer them a yellow monstrosity as well. ] Here, you want one? Might be more comfort...able....?

[ His voice trails off the moment the door locks and his gaze flicks sharply from his new friend to the door and then he half stumbles as he straightens, ears listening to the ridiculous catcalls of "kiss kiss kiss" Vash sighs, almost like he's a little put out at these games. Really? REALLY? ]

A. MISTLETOE AND GLASS JARS
[ This is probably the experience that is the least harrowing so far. Vash has found himself with a pen and little piece of paper in his hands, and as he paces a little, he taps the pen to his lower lip, eyes trained on the paper in his hands. ]

Anything I want huh? [ He laughs a little to himself, a hollow sort of sound as he fiddles with the paper between thumb and forefinger. There's a lot he could write down on this little strip of paper (none of it aimed in the direction of what seems to be implied, however) but he's not so sure he deserves to ask for anything, even if there are things he might want. He chews on his lower lip for a moment, exhaling a hum that sounds mostly discontent as he finally looks up to someone else who also has a strip of paper in their hands. ]

Going to make a wish? [ Is it a wish really? He's just trying to joke. Little does he know that above the two of them rests a little sprig of a very mischievous plant. No one's pointed it out yet, so maybe they might be able to get away with ignoring it, right? There's a chance. ]

B. RED CARDINAL
[ Anyone who has found themselves at the table with Vash will likely not find themselves in danger of having to do dishes. If the way his eyes widen at the feast laid out in front of them is any indication they might even have to fight to get their own fair share. Vash might not really need to eat as an independent, but it doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it. When he's not self punishing for wrongs he feels he's done. Right now though, he's busy piling food set before them onto a plate with excitement that's a little bit childlike if you look close enough. It's mostly in his eyes, but the moment he looks up at his tablemate he's quick to school some of the excitement back down with a smile. ]

Do you think she really meant it when she said we had to eat everything? [ He doesn't waste food, but even he isn't completely bottomless. Are you in it to win it, buddy? Can you help him? ]

A. NIGHT (SHIBARI)
[ This is not Vash's kind of place, but he's not ridiculous enough to flail or run away and avoid looking at things. He is, however, reticent to actually pick anything up. There's something truely lonely and alienating about this place at night, in a way that Vash can't really put his fingers on. He's long since been separated from his family, over a hundred years since he's seen the woman he would consider a mother, and his relationship with his brother, if his memory is to be trusted is at the worst place it has been. Perhaps he's more lonely than he really wants to admit to himself.

Vash is so caught in his thoughts he barely notices the bright red rope that slinks out from a shelf to wrap itself first around one of his legs and then crisscross around the next nearest person, only to then jerk tight and knock the two of them together. Vash yelps, scrambling to avoid falling during the quick and elegant process of the crimson fibers tying and knotting its way up and over hips and torsos.

If his scrambling means he knocks his forehead into his new best friend, then oops? Oops, and ow. ]

Hello! I'm lacking an official permissions post, but I'm pretty open. No minors for anything sexual. Vash is roughly 150, so I don't care about age gap beyond that. DM me if you have any specific questions or want to discuss anything beforehand! I can also be found over on plurk at kermitkin!