#[ vox ic ] ── say hello to a new status quo

[gambling-bartender]

🎲 (for vox and Angel, if you want?) from @addicted-to-poison dice rolled: 24 - a sleepy kiss

Vox had woken up hours before but when you had the entire internet at your fingertips and a warm body in your bed it was sometimes easier to just not move, just let the constant stream of information and entertainment flood your head and curl up against the other's body.

A consequence of this sort of tuned in state however, is that he sometimes loses track of what's happening in the real world. Which is how he didn't notice Angel stirring till he felt a soft but clearly sleepy kiss pressed to his screen that jolted him back to reality.

He grinned as he came back to reality and smiled at Angel who he kissed back, "That's quite the way to say good morning."

[gambling-bartender]

Vox felt the kiss to the back of his screen and couldn't help the small smile that projected across his screen. He reached up and began to fiddle with Valentino's coat just to do something with his hands. He enjoyed the quiet with Val but his constant excess of energy had no where to go, nothing to focus on or to say.

He wants to say something, give himself something to focus on, but he feels like no matter what words he might find it would disrupt the quiet peace of the moment.

That warmth was usually a comfort, one way or another. Told him Vox's system was nominal. Or whatever nerdy term told him Vox wasn't overheating himself into a shutdown or something.

They both weren't very good at talking nice. Except Valentino knew how to be flirtations, maybe. He did like when Vox talked about things he liked to ramble about, but quiet was okay too.

He snuck in a kiss to the back of Vox's screen before his own head dropped into a hand. Pinky claw at his teeth and lightly chewed on. Worrying about his ego problem despite himself.

[gambling-bartender]

Vox eyes Val, his lips curling up into a smirk, "I don't know if I'd say I need to be distracted," he loops a finger around the top chain enclosing Val's coat/wings and pulls on it a little, "But I certainly might appreciate it from time to time."

He may run into issues with Val more often than not, the two spending more time fighting and playing their fucked up little mind games with one another than anything else, but it was times like this that reminded him that Val was in fact his partner -- in business if technically nothing else -- and was in fact there for him when he needed it.

"There we go, that's the Vox we all love to fear." Valentino said with a laugh and Vox got his omph back. He just needed a little bit of a push and he knew there was nothing that could bring down Overlord, not for long.

"and you have us, Velvette and I will be behind you always." He said running his hand down his arm, still keeping him close. "and I am always here to keep you distracted if you need it."

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Vox chuckled a little as he felt Val's wandering hands but he didn't move to engage with the contact, instead choosing to just relax further into Valentino's lap, letting his arms fall to his chest and leaning his head against the other demon.

Despite being mostly made of metal and his extremities being pretty cool to the touch, Vox's core was often pretty warm. Rarely quite hot, just... warm. Almost comfortingly so. And that core was pressed up against Val.

Vox didn't speak, not wanting to push Val any further both because he didn't want to set him off and because he wasn't actually all that good at helping in these kinds of situation, at least not with his words.

That was his intention on sitting location, so he didn't even blink about it. Folding three of four arms around the TV-head. Valentino wasn't 'soft' often, no. Mustered it every so often in a limited capacity.

And, despite his 'best' intentions, hands were going to wander a little. Not too crazy, just idle petting and smoothing over clothing. Might get under suit coat at worst.

Didn't press a conversation out of Vox. Just kept him to his chest and tried to relax too. He hadn't been sleeping right lately. He blew out a plume of signature smoke. Maybe he did need a break...