Sweat clung to his skin, leaving his flushed face glistening. The blonde’s head fell back against the headrest, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He couldn’t complain, he shouldn’t — he wouldn’t. The Jeep’s AC had puttered out long ago, only huffing black smoke when it managed to shriek to life. Blonde hairs clung to his sweat slick skin where they fell down, blonde and black hair swirling at the nape of his neck. The heat was blistering, even if he wasn’t directly under the two suns that shone brightly in the big blue sky.

The road, or lack thereof, was bumpy and rough. Sand dunes and rocks didn’t make for a good drive. He could feel Nicholas growing irritable next to him, the raven haired man grunting and huffing as he constantly readjusted to the right of him.

No matter how small Vash tried to make himself, he couldn’t seem to give you nor Nicholas the room to ride comfortably in the car. “You sure do suck at sitting still, Wolfwood,” He commented, making a playful jab at his friend. “Shut yer mouth, Tongari,” The man grunted, slapping a hand down onto the blonde’s head, who squawked in protest. He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head with his hand of flesh and bone. As he looked over to you, he noticed your silence.

The heat must be getting to you pretty bad, he assumed. Reaching into the heavy, hot coat that hung around his lanky limbs, he grabbed a flask from the interior pocket. “Need some?” Vash hummed, flashing a toothy grin as he handed the flask to you.