[ fortunately, the crunch was definitely the sound of tree branches and underbrush underneath him more than it was the sound of breaking bone.

fortunately for vash, his feathers were absolutely a biological marvel specifically made to protect him from bodily harm, and theyve done their job.

the problem now is the same problem he always has with the damn things: getting them to go back where they came from. ]

Not dead!
Definitely still alive, and with all limbs intact!

[ this is definitely his attempt at a joke as he's getting to his feet, shoving at the large feathers that had curled around him, hissing at them as if theyre a goddamn sentient force that can be reasoned with. ]

I didn't realise uh, how brittle trees can be.
Haven't climbed many, you know? I think I was just a little too heavy for one of them, I'm fine, I'm fine.

You found me pretty quick, that nose of yours is amazing after all.

[ said in that usual cheery, playful tone of his
as if half his body and face isn't an explosion of feathers right now. ]