4 Works by aquinox
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Valentino does not do labels.
Except maybe for one certain TV-headed demon.
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“I asked if you were listening,” Vox said. “Not if you wanted to start speaking in that island language again.”
Val just stared at him. “Ugh, there he goes. Well, what did you expect, Val, he’s a white, privileged man from the 50s,” he thought, rolling his eyes.
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Vox sat on the sofa, his screen flickering with static. He stared at Val, who was lounging in his chair.
“...so that’s basically how I died,” Val stated.
“What the fuck,” Vox finally managed to choke out. “You died because you fucked a lamppost?”
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"I'm bored, cabrón," Val drawled, "Put on my favourite show. I need a distraction from all your whining."
Vox wanted to snap back. He wanted to scream that he wasn't a fucking appliance you can just control. He looked into Val’s eyes and remembered the current state he’s in. Right now, he was lucky to even be on this couch.
He’d fucked it all up.
"Fine," Vox muttered, his voice buzzing with a defeated static.