( There is a vast difference between reading about something in a book and experiencing it first hand. So far, Vash has been fairly good at keeping his reaction to surprising things on a normal, even-keel. But then he wakes up from an impromptu nap - read: a no other choice loss of consciousness from running about too much - and the entire world outside has been covered in white. Which means now he's under an awning nearby, not quite out in the open yet, the red of his coat a splash of colour. Each movement is a little slow, a spooked Toma feel, as he lifts his flesh hand to pull the glove from it by his teeth, extending it out from under his shelter palm up to catch a few of the flakes.

The first contact makes him flinch, but then he laughs, loud and bright, breath gusting in steam. It takes him barely any time after that to push himself out into the open, arms spread wide as he spins, kicking up the lain snowfall as he does. Snow, he's finally seeing snow. It catches in his hair, along his shoulders, drips down his glasses. And Vash clearly loves it, if the way he's still laughing is anything to go by, crouching down to run the very same set of fingers through the inches at his feet. )

Oh, it's crunchy.

( He'd thought it would be soft. Like fluff. )

( The next thing to surprise him is the Christmas Tree. It's off to one side in the middle of a busy shopping street, and Vash is absolutely causing an obstruction standing right in the middle of all the busy shoppers to peer up at it with barely concealed awe. )

You know -. ( To whomever is (un)lucky enough to be right beside him. ) - Rem told us about a winter holiday once. She said people put up lights, and they sing songs, and it's a time for family. Only everyone else was in Cryosleep and Nai didn't like parties so we never got to. ( He huffs out a breath, amusement tinged with melancholy. ) It's a shame, I think it's pretty. Maybe he would have liked it if he'd have seen all of the warmth.

( One thing that Vash did not consider with the snow, nor with all the traipsing about out in it, is the cold. Already a creature prone to running a little chilly, he hasn't exactly anticipated just how badly the change in season would affect him. In the desert this had been a godsend, but here not so much. Which means that during one of the power outages, Mr. The Stampede is experiencing his first chill-related full-bodied shiver.

His teeth are chattering. It is not a fun time. )

O-ow. ( Hands shoved under his armpits, Vash shuffles along to the row of flasks, peering down at the miserably. Is it normal to feel clumsy? He hopes so. His hands are shaking a little as he picks up a little Styrofoam cup. ) I wish there was o-one big enough for me to put my whole body in.

( Oh no, wait. Tank related trauma. ) Actually, n-nevermind.

( Anything goes! Make him build snowmen. Come help him look after the orphans. Give him food. If you want specifics find me at sadgaydna on discord or qingya! Also just a heads up he has a toy drive post if anyone's interested. )