𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟.

"Indeed I am, princess... What, have you got a problem with that?"

"Can confirm."

"Jesus fuck, your voice makes my ears bleed and NOT in a hot way." The Video Demon grumbled, annoyed.

Kev.xn--6ii No Vox interactions, sad Kev noises

"It can be just you and me, Val's a little busy right now. What dyou wanna watch?" He asked.

"Nothin'! Nothing at all, sweetheart! See, daddy was just coming back home from a meeting, you know. The usual! I've got another meeting later, but if you want I could always reschedule if ya wanna... I dunno, watch a movie or somethin'?"

"That right there is the kind of thing a normal person wouldn't have to say, old-timer."

"I'm just doin' what comes natur-... Violette?" The man stopped humming, and suddenly, with a small bolt of electricity. "Violette, darling. What did daddy say about wandering around at this hour?" Vox asked, his voice sounding a little too relaxed.

Vox was walking down the streets next to the Vee's tower, whistling the melody to 'how bad can I be' from the Lorax.

"I almost exclusively wear button-ups, old timer."

"Didn't miss YOU, asshole. It's this thing called 'being polite'. See, I've decided that even if I hate you, your ideals, everything you stand for, your 'friends', that hotel. Doesn't mean I can't be polite." Irritation seeped through his tone, this was common knowledge right?

[Starter for @TheStarOfRadio ] "Y'know, you're a fucking prick, right. BUT!... Atleast you're allegedly good for one thing. Being a bottom! Oh shit people are going to love my next broadcast!" He sounded excited, laughing a little in every pause he took.

"Yea, your style's old tomey, outdated shit. Anyway! How you been man? It's been, what? Few months?"

"Oh, if you see a voxtek store it's my turf. Y'know. Like the one behind you... You already know that though, right?"

"Wouldn't call it that... What brings you to my turf on this fine evening?"

"Then why the fuck respond to 'Who the fuck made this'?"

"Oh... Shit for real? So... dyou know who made it?"