𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✓

Chapter XIX - My Fears Drowned In the Whiskey

Your house...

Once both you and Vox had arrived home, you slumped on the couch, waving him over to sit next to you.

Vox sat down next to you, kicking off his shoes.

A long yawn escapes your lips. "What time is it?" you ask through squinted eyes.

Vox pulls out his phone, his eyes flickering over the ghostly blue light. "10:45, why?" he asks.

You smile. "How do you feel about watching something before we go to sleep?"

This was a perfect mini-date in your opinion.
What you wanted, was to watch Saturday Night Live with Vox. Being a showman himself, he's sure to enjoy the host's comical stage presence—it could even inspire him a bit!

You microwaved a bag of popcorn to share, throwing it into a large silver bowl.
The buttery, fresh scent filled your living room—you quite liked it. Better than any scented candle, in your opinion.

"So you watch this every Saturday night?" Vox asks you through a mouthful of popcorn.

You reach for the remote and ready your fingertips onto the small buttons.

"Basically—have you ever heard of it?" you reply, reaching in the popcorn bowl.

He nods. "I've heard of it... Only watched it once or twice though," he answers.

"It's pretty funny, you'll like it."

Once the clock hit eleven, you pressed down onto the remote, switching on the television.

As two of you watched the television attentively, and it started to get the gears in your head turning.

Isn't how funny that Vox, being a literal TV, was watching another monitor...?

Does Vox have a remote?

If he does...that would be fucking hilarious.

"Do you have a remote?" you finally blurt out.

Vox pinches his eyebrows together. "A...what?"

"Y'know, a remote." You hold up the TV's remote.

Vox flushes in embarrassment, clearly bothered by the thought.

So...that's a yes.

You grin. "Where is it?"

"Wh- I'm not telling you!!"

You start to laugh, holding yourself from falling over.

Vox wears an agitated expression as he watches you practically bawl your eyes out laughing at him. "You're so childish..." he pouts, which you found hilariously ironic.

You finally manage to contain yourself, sitting up.

"Let's just...watch the stupid thing..." Vox grumbles, resting his cheek in hand.

Nodding in agreement, you prop yourself up against Vox, resting your head on his shoulder.
Vox immediately blushes from the sudden contact, stiffening up to feel the warmth of your body pressed against him.

He's nearly frozen until finally wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

The two of you watch, occasionally laughing together at the funny lines and skits that occur onscreen.

From bonding with you that night, Vox felt way closer to you. He recalls hearing something about laughing with others forms some sort of connection with one another...now, he gets it. He loved hearing you laugh.