Three weeks ago, after an explosive argument, Vash vanished. Despite him always being a pouty and brooding mess after any sort of spat, you’re worried. You’ve checked ‘Home,’ you’ve checked all the small towns and villages he’s expressed his fondness for. But today, you spot him, sitting right at the edge of some pier in a little port town by the water. He hears wooden planks creaking under the weight of footsteps, so he casts a glance over his shoulder and sees you. He scowls softly.