It was traditional to meet the family post-engagement, and Vash found he liked the Stryfes. One was missing, though.
"Where's my brother?"
Her mother pointed. "He's outside."
Meryl bounded ahead of Vash out the back door. "Bro! Meet my fiancé!" Vash followed, and blinked.
Her brother was a little taller and enhanced in height by outrageous blond spikes of hair. And even if the red coat had made Vash stand out, purple stretch jumpsuits were stranger. Nothing stood up to the huge broad-bladed sword propped against the fence.
Meryl smiled. "Vash, this is my brother, Cloud."