"Val- what the fuck?!?" Vevette curses across the room as she makes her way towards the overgrown moth. She slams a hand against his arm to hopefully cause his lengthy body harm, but fails miserably.
"You can't post shit like this. I look like a train wreck here!" She points aggressively at her phone. Under her manicured nails sits a selfie taken by the perv himself. In it he's the only one actually ready for world wide fame. His smile worth a million dollars as he shows off his new fit in a mirror. In the background the smaller overlord is yelling away some random employee. With the background as blurry as it it it's hard to make out what excuse is happening with the girls face. Her eyes are wide while her mouth appears to be droopy.
"Take it down!" Val can do nothing but smirk at the younger woman. She continuously pinches any form of skin she can find. Nothing she does actually hurts. Val nearly laughs at her attempt however.
"I like this picture, babe. I look sexy as fuck." He rests his face on his hand as he looks at the image again.
"Besides Vox liked it so much he asked me to bed."
"I don't give a fuck for what Vox likes! Who cares if he fucked your brain out or whatever! I swear to Lucifer- if you don't remove that pic I'm gonna make you wish you could die again!"
Velvette finally gives up and turns to leave the room again. She waves Val off with her perfect finger, kindly sending herself off with a bird. He keeps the smile on and let's a giggle slide.
"Oh, Val." She stops at the door and turns to look at him one last time. "Remember who controls the media here."
Rolling his eyes he sticks his tongue out at her. Once she leaves he turns his attention to the camera that occupies a corner in his room. He strikes a pose at it purposefully showing off his perfect sculpted legs.
He leans back onto the nearby couch and crosses the beauty's. Stretching out seductively he finally relaxes completely onto the couch allowing the king limbs to hang over the she dangerously.
He can see sparks leave the camera immediately after he does so.
"Vox~." He slurs, keeping his gaze on the camera. Not even seconds later the needed tv headed man appears adjusting his bow tie.
"What do you need." The man commands, raising a brow.
"Velvette is being a little bitch again. So I needed to taddle to daddy~"
"Fuck. Don't call me that."
"Alright, papito." He arches his back as he continues. "She's pissed I posted something with her in it. Said she looked like shit or whatever but baby knows she's the cutest so I don't know what the fuck is wrong with her."
"I know what happened. Who cares. Just upload a new picture or whatever."
"Are you kidding?!? Did you think I asked you to come here just to agree with her?! Fucking kidding me!"
"Come on, Vaal, it's just a stupid picture-"
"A stupid picture! What?! I look fucking good in it! Even you thought so!"
"I haven't even seen the picture."
Val furrows his brow. He sits up on the couch and looks over at the shorter man. Vox stares at him looking very uninterested in whatever is happening.
"Then why did you out of nowhere want to fuck? I know I'm hot and shit but you seriously came here after I posted that pic."
"Oh really? Well, yep I didn't see it. I was just in the mood for fucking around."
"Let me guess" Val frowns at him and crosses his top pair of arms, " stalking Alastor made you horny."
Vox stares at him seconds before becoming another bolt of energy and getting sucked back in through the camera. Val curses him off still feeling angry but now kind of aroused.
