Jan 9
@ostentumm
Vash's movement is stilted in this nondescript arcade somewhere in Golden, both hands reaching out clumsily. Seems it's difficult to see through the new flashy glasses he's wearing on his face.
Noticing someone looking his way, the Stampede waves at the kid with both hands, evidently a bit frantic. He wobbles over.
"Hiiii! Hi hi hi. There's a little boy runnin' around here with circle-shaped orange glasses, would you mind helping me find n'stop him, please? We—I, um. Traded glasses with him, n'I kinda thought the guy was joking at the time, but I think negotiations broke down..."
A short blur speeds past them then, shrieking with glee while holding his own new pair of glasses by the frame surrounding his head.