[Vash does as he's told, keeping his eyes down. His foot slides back and to the left, following the motion that Pure Vanilla begins. Not only does it keep him a bit more steady, but it's significantly less intimate than being face to face with his companion. He might not be able to see into the other monster's eyes, but the planes of his face and the curve of his mouth are all right there in plain view. Maybe it's the alcohol speaking, but the proximity is almost dizzying.

Despite his best efforts, his footing does start to wobble after a moment, but only because he laughs at what Pure Vanilla has to say. They're heartfelt words, and Vash does take them to heart, but he can't help but be amused all the same. He angles his head upward, still trying to not think about how close they are, or how warm his face is or how good his friend smells.]

Guess it's a bad time to tell you what they call me back home, huh? [Another puff of a laugh, even if it sounds faintly giddy at the edges. That has to be the alcohol making a mess of him.] Vash the Stampede, aka "The Humanoid Typhoon."

[He laughs one final time as his head bows downward. His eyes close, lost in thought as they continue to step with one another.]

But it's hard not to. Not when it's more clear cut than a typhoon some hundreds of miles away. [He exhales through his nose.] I'm not tryin' to be stubborn or anything, though. And I don't want to waste your time arguing, either.