really wonders what Vash was like thinking. :|

awfully happy drinking vodka by himself.

what to do with these skirts. :\

awfully tired. Bad dreams.

bandanging a small wound he got from who knows where.

humming about soup and vodka, for no reason.

found a hole in his shoe.

catching some sleep on a park bench, appearing as though he's reading.

finds himself lost, and figures he might as well stay lost.

watching people from inside a cafe, fiddling with his gloves in boredom.