Vash's first impression was immediately dork.

The second he introduced himself, you knew he was going to be trouble. With a smile that could kill and a true heart of gold, Vash was a perfect roommate.

Though alongside that, he was an idiot.

Vash would almost constantly get himself in trouble. Whether it be walking down the street and slipping face first in a puddle, or just so happenening to leave his car window open right before a rain storm.

Every time he managed to stumble back into the apartment, he was a mess. Hair disheveled, lanky arms slumped at his side, and that stupid smile still etched on his face.

And this time, Vash could practically feel your glare from the couch.

"I can explain," Vash began with an awkward chuckle, muddy boots splashing water across the floors you had just so happened to clean.

It wasn't even a surprise when he almost tripped over himself as he neared the couch, bright gaze looking at your form on the slumped across it.

"I swear I was almost struck by lightening this time," he emphasized his point by gesturing towards the now messy wad of hair atop his head.

When he Vash paused, you knew immediately what was coming as that stupid, nervous grin plastered on his face. "Fix it for me?" He asked all too politely, fingers pointing towards his hair.

As if it wasn't obvious enough.