Vash enjoyed street racing on his free time, though it wasn't the most surprising with his recklessness that he often ended up in your shop. Later that evening, you weren't even fazed as you saw the familiar car rolling into the garage, alongside Vash who wore a defeated look, obviously still pouting about his accident.

"So.." He began, surveying the car as he stood beside you. "How bad is it this time?" He asked with a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as he glanced towards you.