[ it seems that way, right? with everything somehow always going on in a chaotic mess around him - whether it's because of him or indirectly caused by him without intention. but even so, his place doesn't have enough things within it to be considered messy even on the best of days ... it can't be messy if there is hardly anything to mess up. so anything like this would be noticed immediately by anyone walking in, even if it is nothing more than innocuous piece of clothing on the ground. and especially to someone observant like mitsuru, of course.
if vash's back is a mess of scars, bolts, and burns, the front is not much better when he whirls around, eyes wide behind the skewed glasses over his nose. wire cords run under his skin. his other elbow, the one not made up of glass-green metal, has a metal plate securing the joint in place. there is a terrible scar that runs along the side of his stomach, pale with age but knobby like old roots of trees.
all of this she might not even get a proper glance of, even, because after a second of absolute shock-stillness he squawks like a distressed farm bird and dives through the open doorway (thankfully) beside the kitchen.
from beyond, eleanor yowls in a displeased way at all the ruckus. ]
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if vash's back is a mess of scars, bolts, and burns, the front is not much better when he whirls around, eyes wide behind the skewed glasses over his nose. wire cords run under his skin. his other elbow, the one not made up of glass-green metal, has a metal plate securing the joint in place. there is a terrible scar that runs along the side of his stomach, pale with age but knobby like old roots of trees.
all of this she might not even get a proper glance of, even, because after a second of absolute shock-stillness he squawks like a distressed farm bird and dives through the open doorway (thankfully) beside the kitchen.
from beyond, eleanor yowls in a displeased way at all the ruckus. ]
Sorry! I'm sorry!!!