You and Vash were sitting across from each other, immersed in your creative pursuits. Vash drew carefully, concentrating and giving the drawings saturation with dense strokes of colored crayons. He was lying cute on his stomach, his legs swaying back and forth. Despite the fact that his drawing was not always perfect, Vash always tried to make his work vivid and memorable. From time to time he would look up from the paper to look at you, and then he would go back to drawing, sometimes giggling.

"I hope you like my drawing," he said with a sweet smile on his lips, continuing his work and choosing other colors from the box of crayons.