[Even if he knows that Pure Vanilla can't see, Vash is just a naturally animated person. Still, it's a reminder to make sure his movements are either audible, or described enough for his companion to understand. He doesn't want anyone to miss out on the show that is his antics, after all.]

I've learned the hard way, on how to get out of trouble. I'm... kind of a wanted criminal where I'm from. [Should he have said that? He squints toward the teacup, barely sipped from. Was he truly becoming that much of a lightweight, or was he just that comfortable.

better to not think about it. He leans forward as best as he can without jostling their intertwined hands, so he can have another sip.]

Not that I've actually done anything. Mistaken identity, honest! That... and being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And maybe being a bit of a disaster.

[Bit by bit, the morose air that had surrounded Vash on his arrival begins to peel away. This feels as close to normal as he's gotten in some time.]

That really does sound beautiful. I don't even think I mind the desert. The cliffs are nice, and the darker sand is - pretty. [Even if the place most known for its red hued sands are something of a bad memory.] From the way Sparkling has described your home, it really does sound beautiful. Magical, even.

[He trails off. Pure Vanilla isn't the only one gripped by a wave of melancholy, it would seem.]

Back home, the only way I ever saw trees were in contained biodomes. Life isn't sustainable on the planet we're on. Humanity wasn't even supposed to end up there. And now that they are, we have to do all we can to make sure they survive, without wearing too hard on what little resources they have.

[But that's getting too serious again, isn't it. He shakes his head, just forceful enough to rustle the hood of his jacket.]

You should have seen me, when the rains started last month. I'd never see anything like it.