[ currently, vash is probably looking as if he is trying to (badly) re-enact a sea turtle that's overturned on the beach. which is close enough description, with his hand scraping at dirt enthusiastically but doing nothing to actually get him out of the ground.
he is actually so sad, it hurts to watch him ... just leave him in his misery please, lottie ...
when she reaches out to touch his other arm - the metal oddly both warm and cold under her gloved fingers, she might see that it shines luminescent as the light hits the intricate joins and "bones" that make up the arm - it would be almost as if she has flipped the on/off switch, because vash immediately stops moving, his eyes wide behind the crooked orange sunglasses that has miraculously stayed on his face during the Struggle. ]
Uh, I'm--- [ another bout of coughing interrupts what he was about to say, and he obediently lets her guide the arm, covering his face with the crook of his elbow. ]
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he is actually so sad, it hurts to watch him ... just leave him in his misery please, lottie ...
when she reaches out to touch his other arm - the metal oddly both warm and cold under her gloved fingers, she might see that it shines luminescent as the light hits the intricate joins and "bones" that make up the arm - it would be almost as if she has flipped the on/off switch, because vash immediately stops moving, his eyes wide behind the crooked orange sunglasses that has miraculously stayed on his face during the Struggle. ]
Uh, I'm--- [ another bout of coughing interrupts what he was about to say, and he obediently lets her guide the arm, covering his face with the crook of his elbow. ]