“Are you Vash the Stampede?” I asked.
“Dah-ling,” he trilled, “You are simply fabulous. Those cute little ankle boots with those tights, and that cape.”
He promptly gave me two air kisses. Funny, when I heard about the humanoid typhoon, I thought he would be… different. “Um, I’m Meryl Stryfe,” I said, “And this is Millie Thompson.”
Vash looked at my partner in her men’s clothing. “Oh you poor dear,” he said, giving her a hug, his perfect hair and nails gleaming, “I’ll give you a makeover. I just need to makeover this Wolfwood guy.”
“Send help,” the priest mouthed.