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I saw this blog that ships Vox with Zestial... thoughts?

"And prayers–"

"Excuse me, what? I only know of one Zestial, but I heavily doubt we're thinking of the same person. That can't be."

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appears

i may or may not..

be having a moment.

I cannot for the life of me channel Hazbin characters. Vox has run away from me guys, hes gone Legged it

Charlie is in a coma now shes sleeping beauty

so, thats why im not active!

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"Over here, sit wherever you like."

Signature smile in place, Vox gestured to the empty chairs.

"I'll call for the waiter."

angel grinned. "yeah! nice ta finally meetcha, plum."

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Vox-no-longer-a-box-tek??? More like Vox-still-a-box-tek

"Who is using my name for branding?"

"I am not a box, and I will fucking kill whoever thinks they can use my name like this."

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Vox had informed the staff who would be accompanying them tonight, by saying a few simple words.

【"Angel Dust and his date."】

Every resident of this part of Hell should know who that was, so Vox had thought that was enough.

Thankfully, it had been, and the two was lead to the private section Plum and Vox currently sat.

The host left them there, with a few parting words, before going back to their place near the doors of the establishment.

With their company now present, Vox turned his gaze to them.

"Welcome, you two. I hope you don't mind that we've already chosen our seats."

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“Yeesh sorry ya had see Al leave in a hurry like that Legs. ButI’m glad the fucker left”

Husk got out of the car and opened the door Angel. He reached a paw out to him and smiled

@angeldust-real

// sorry for the short starter and how long it took. Also our Alastor isn’t joining us ^^

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i have not been active

thats an oops on my part

gonna try and get back into it today

feel free to send asks (break day is being ignored cause ive been "on break" for way too long

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"Really, its fine. I've been meaning to get to know people from the hotel. I suppose no one would be better to start off with than my date's friends."

Vox took his hand back, waving it off to the side in a show of nonchalance.

"Even better if they can keep you comfortable. I'm sure going on a date with me is, nerve-racking, for obvious reasons."

He made an effort to soften the smile he projected.

"Its perfectly alright."

The drive to the restaurant was gruesome. Well it wasn’t, by all accounts this was a fairly good drive for being in hell. No crashes, nothing going wrong with the car, no one even threw anything at them. However it was the feeling, at least for Husk anyway. A heavy air sat around him, it was almost suffocating at times. But he didn’t say anything. Just kept his eyes on the road and his paws on wheel. He knew ΔŁΔŞŦØŘ was in the car. Was he watching him? Well he didn’t know that part. But the atmosphere was eery because of it, how could anything be normal when you were next to him.

As they pulled into parking lot, which was surprisingly nice, Husk took a deep breath in and out.

 ❝ I s’pose we’ve reached our destination . So uh . I’ll go ahead n’ let em know that we’re here … ❞

Husk wasn’t one to text and drive, or texting at all really. But he needed to let Plum know they were here as to keep the chances of ̷A̷̷L̷̷A̷̷S̷̷T̷̷O̷̷R̷ finding out about Vox. He pulls out his phone, gifted to him by Angel, and texts Plum.

Husk: We are outside.

Is there anything I have to do?

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Gotta get into voxing

Vox had a dog, when he wasn't dead. The average American family with a pet - his own parents couldn't get a dog due to their living situation, so he never had one until he was an adult.

His sons wanted a dog, and so, Vox spoke to his wife about it.

Boom - dog.

Only, the dog ended up being more of Vox's dogs than his boys'.

He fucking adored that little guy. (Not quite sure the type of dog yet.)

So, when he died, after a while of mourning his own sudden end, and all the people he'd miss.... Vox realised he wouldn't see his dog again.

Obviously the worse thing to ever occur, and he may or may not have rambled about it to Alastor in the early-stages of their dynamic.

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Baby are you a motherboard?, Cause I'd "RAM" you all night long.

- 📞 @lost-lovers-hotline

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"You sure are in a sticky situation, can't do much from there."

"I'll wait to take a bite, you do look pretty hot after all."

"Are you on the menu? 'Cause I'd want a bite of that as―"

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🔇🔇april fools, hope you have a nice day this blog is so silly🔇🔇

(I fucking love you immediately 💍💍)

"Finish that sentence and I'll- I'll... I dont know what I would do. Still that is highly inappropriate!"

*is still stuck to the wall*

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Nodding, Vox reached his hand across the table, palm up and offering it to the other.

"Just try to relax, and focus on having a good time. Or the food, the chefs here sure know how to cook."

After a fairly short drive (not even pedestrians could slow them down), the pair arrived at the restaurant. And Vox, ever the gentleman, held the door open for Plum without a word.

Upon seeing the TV-headed overlord, the host immediately stepped forward to lead them to their table.

“Right this way.”

People aren’t staring at them, right? She hoped not. She wasn’t particularly insecure, even around someone as famous and powerful as Vox, but she still didn’t want all of that attention.

As they walked, Plum couldn’t help but think that this place seems kind of pretentious. But she kept the comment to herself and took a seat at the table with her date.

The private section was nice though. And if there’s a god up there, she’s praying to him that this will go well and Alastor won’t discover them.

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i used the wrong blog.

im so bad at this

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Rather than ordering straight away, Vox waved the server approaching off.

"How are you feeling?"

Gazes on him were normal, in fact, he welcomed them. This didn't mean he was unaware of how some may feel about it. Having recalled her request to dine in a private area, Vox decided to check on her, just in case.

And, having waved the employee off, meant Plum would actually have time to look at the menu. Damn kiss asses, they made it all too obvious.

After a fairly short drive (not even pedestrians could slow them down), the pair arrived at the restaurant. And Vox, ever the gentleman, held the door open for Plum without a word.

Upon seeing the TV-headed overlord, the host immediately stepped forward to lead them to their table.

“Right this way.”

People aren’t staring at them, right? She hoped not. She wasn’t particularly insecure, even around someone as famous and powerful as Vox, but she still didn’t want all of that attention.

As they walked, Plum couldn’t help but think that this place seems kind of pretentious. But she kept the comment to herself and took a seat at the table with her date.

The private section was nice though. And if there’s a god up there, she’s praying to him that this will go well and Alastor won’t discover them.

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"It will be a safe ride."

For them. The sinners who got in the way of the car, well, Vox didn't exactly care about them so it didn't matter.

"I'll call the driver."

With the elevator doors now opening, Vox let the call symbol show up on his screen as he inform his employee to get the car waiting at the front.

From the reply only he heard, the employee must have been dozing off while waiting for them.

"After you."

Silently taking note of that, Vox otherwised ignored the employee - hanging up the call. His attention was back to Plum, who he was offering to go first with a gentlemanly gesture.

*Ding

> System Notification - Date Arrival.

Schedule cleared, because he crammed it all together yesterday, Vox had spent practically all of today preparing for this date. Even if most of the preparing was just charging - the exhaustion he felt from overworking couldn't be solved just by sleep. Thankfully, that was no longer an issue.

His gaze moved to the mirror, checking himself over once more. The largest one he had was in his upgrade room, in case he had no one to assist him, although it wasn't exactly the cleanest.

If one ignored the faint stains of blood on the mirror's surface, and just looked at their own reflection - it was the best one in his home.

Other than have to readjust his bowtie, and smooth out the creases of his new waistcoat - the formal attire looked alright.

Vox had enough sense of how to dress himself, even if he had to work around his head to put on some interesting looking hats.

Seeing as he felt naked without one, he wore top hat today as well.

There was no reason to stand around now, so off he went. Luckily Valentino wasn't here, meaning less of a chance he'll find out about Angel Dust. This also meant, Vox could casually walk around his own tower - the employees knew better than to talk.

During his journey down to the front, where Plum would soon be arriving - if she wasn't late, he had calmed his thoughts of potential problems.

Leaving him smiling when he finally made it down.

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@ittybittysugarplum Currently cooking so I havent properly looked this over for mistakes.

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There was no hesitancy in his actions, gently taking hold of her hand in his own.

"Off we go then."

Like before, he internally shot off the message for everything to be gone by the time he returned, and neatly placed back where they found it.

On the outside, he walked out of his place, and down the hallway to the elevator, hand-in-hand with his date for the night.

"How do you feel about fast cars?"

He asked as they stood waiting for the elevator doors to open up and let them in. Uncertain on the events that took place in another sinner's life, Vox had a preference for asking questions such as that - less he had to deal with someone slipping into a panic.

*Ding

> System Notification - Date Arrival.

Schedule cleared, because he crammed it all together yesterday, Vox had spent practically all of today preparing for this date. Even if most of the preparing was just charging - the exhaustion he felt from overworking couldn't be solved just by sleep. Thankfully, that was no longer an issue.

His gaze moved to the mirror, checking himself over once more. The largest one he had was in his upgrade room, in case he had no one to assist him, although it wasn't exactly the cleanest.

If one ignored the faint stains of blood on the mirror's surface, and just looked at their own reflection - it was the best one in his home.

Other than have to readjust his bowtie, and smooth out the creases of his new waistcoat - the formal attire looked alright.

Vox had enough sense of how to dress himself, even if he had to work around his head to put on some interesting looking hats.

Seeing as he felt naked without one, he wore top hat today as well.

There was no reason to stand around now, so off he went. Luckily Valentino wasn't here, meaning less of a chance he'll find out about Angel Dust. This also meant, Vox could casually walk around his own tower - the employees knew better than to talk.

During his journey down to the front, where Plum would soon be arriving - if she wasn't late, he had calmed his thoughts of potential problems.

Leaving him smiling when he finally made it down.

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@ittybittysugarplum Currently cooking so I havent properly looked this over for mistakes.

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Jeez did Velvette have some good stuff. Some that directly matched his own, oddly enough.

And Plum looked lovely in every piece she wore.

The final dress, however, there was just something about it. It was his favourite out of the lot, for sure.

"It looks good, highlights your beauty so much, I'm sure even a blind man could see it."

But, in the end, only Plum's opinion on it matter.

"Do you like it?"

*Ding

> System Notification - Date Arrival.

Schedule cleared, because he crammed it all together yesterday, Vox had spent practically all of today preparing for this date. Even if most of the preparing was just charging - the exhaustion he felt from overworking couldn't be solved just by sleep. Thankfully, that was no longer an issue.

His gaze moved to the mirror, checking himself over once more. The largest one he had was in his upgrade room, in case he had no one to assist him, although it wasn't exactly the cleanest.

If one ignored the faint stains of blood on the mirror's surface, and just looked at their own reflection - it was the best one in his home.

Other than have to readjust his bowtie, and smooth out the creases of his new waistcoat - the formal attire looked alright.

Vox had enough sense of how to dress himself, even if he had to work around his head to put on some interesting looking hats.

Seeing as he felt naked without one, he wore top hat today as well.

There was no reason to stand around now, so off he went. Luckily Valentino wasn't here, meaning less of a chance he'll find out about Angel Dust. This also meant, Vox could casually walk around his own tower - the employees knew better than to talk.

During his journey down to the front, where Plum would soon be arriving - if she wasn't late, he had calmed his thoughts of potential problems.

Leaving him smiling when he finally made it down.

🔇🔇🔇🔇

@ittybittysugarplum Currently cooking so I havent properly looked this over for mistakes.

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With weak laughter, an act of shyness, Vox smiled at her.

"Well, I thought it might be nice."

Vox took a second to think it over.

He supposed the bathroom mirror would have to do, if Plum wanted to look at herself.

There would be quite a bit of room too, since he didn't own a shower or bathtub - having a body such as his... that was a bit too dangerous.

Though he'd rather people didn't know something like a simple shower could fuck him up that badly.

"The bathroom is over here."

In the end, Vox showed her the way, having decided it wasn't something he had to worry about.

*Ding

> System Notification - Date Arrival.

Schedule cleared, because he crammed it all together yesterday, Vox had spent practically all of today preparing for this date. Even if most of the preparing was just charging - the exhaustion he felt from overworking couldn't be solved just by sleep. Thankfully, that was no longer an issue.

His gaze moved to the mirror, checking himself over once more. The largest one he had was in his upgrade room, in case he had no one to assist him, although it wasn't exactly the cleanest.

If one ignored the faint stains of blood on the mirror's surface, and just looked at their own reflection - it was the best one in his home.

Other than have to readjust his bowtie, and smooth out the creases of his new waistcoat - the formal attire looked alright.

Vox had enough sense of how to dress himself, even if he had to work around his head to put on some interesting looking hats.

Seeing as he felt naked without one, he wore top hat today as well.

There was no reason to stand around now, so off he went. Luckily Valentino wasn't here, meaning less of a chance he'll find out about Angel Dust. This also meant, Vox could casually walk around his own tower - the employees knew better than to talk.

During his journey down to the front, where Plum would soon be arriving - if she wasn't late, he had calmed his thoughts of potential problems.

Leaving him smiling when he finally made it down.

🔇🔇🔇🔇

@ittybittysugarplum Currently cooking so I havent properly looked this over for mistakes.