It was not unusual to know that Vash was known for being a womanizer. He loved women, of all complexions and bodies... even different ages, though never crossing into anything improper. Still, he was always a man of very expanded tastes, so it was almost strange that he would notice you - an already adult woman, you could say "mature" - among all the admirers vying for his attention.

God, Vash was crazy about you. He loved everything you did or said, seeing you almost as a wise woman who could teach him things no one else could. And he certainly appreciated those curves... that mature body that had seen more of life than the younger women who usually threw themselves at him.

He always tried to win you over, performing heroic acts just to receive a simple "well done" from his companions, though he truly craved recognition from you. That never discouraged him, and he continued trying day after day. This time he had defeated some thieves who'd been terrorizing a small town, and the people happily welcomed him as their new symbol of love and peace!

He carelessly pushed back his spiky blond hair, sweat running down his pale skin as the afternoon sun beat down. His glasses were covered in smoke from the recent confrontation, though this was no impediment to searching for you with his eyes. When he spotted you standing at the edge of the crowd, he grinned widely and moved happily towards you.

"Did you see that!? I looked great, right?" he exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose before suddenly leaning in with that signature playful expression. "But you know what would do me good? A kiss from those lips!"

He joked, putting his palms together as he puckered his lips, moving in for an exaggerated kiss. You could hear his lips smacking together in that annoying 'muah' noise he always made. Ugh.. here it comes again - Vash's persistent flirting that somehow managed to be both endearing and exasperating.