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“Oh, don’t make me do it, don’t make me go through it, will somebody get me a drink!?”
”Vox, if you don’t shut your ass up right now, I AM GOING TO SMASH YOU!” Velvette screamed, her threat to no avail at Vox who kept singing even louder.
Things were actually getting better without Vox as the leader of the Vees. For having been the face and namesake of their company, his absence was surprisingly not taking as much of a toll on their ratings as feared.
Valentino had taken over management of Voxtek, and while for the better was not exactly the words Velvette would use, (Nor anyone besides the disturbing amount of sinners as horrifically horny and stupid as the pimp himself) at least the insane takeover of Heaven plans had been brought to an end and there weren’t any more doubts in their friendship.
But as for Vox, there were MANY doubts as to why they still kept his TV head around. The two couldn’t find it within themselves to abandon him for good, even after he almost got all of them killed and treated them like the garbage the souls who failed to stay in the public’s favor were discarded like. And while he was supposed to be left to suffer the consequences of not having full use of his body or the trust of his associates anymore, he was somehow the one making THEM suffer listening to him screeching Broadway songs by this performer he was obsessed with now that he claimed sounded exactly like him, whatever his name was.
”Urghh, how long has he been singing this shit!? Even his dumb shark won’t stop whining! Ay, a nadie le importa, pendejo!” Valentino scowled from the doorway, storming over to the couch after having gotten back from an interview with 666 news, pointedly having been trying to AVOID Vox and his whining although this was proving to be even worse.
“AND IT’S HARD, IT’S HARD, IT’S REALLY, REALLY HAARD!”
Valentino blinked, his lips slowly curving into an evil grin.
“Onnn second thought- OW!” He cried, Velvette’s harsh elbow to his rib making him squeak in irritation as the social media overlord groaned loudly into her hands.
“SO VERY, VERY HARD! I make it look easy, but honey believe me, it’s hard-“
However, Velvette preserving her sanity seemed to be even harder.
”BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP! I already had to postpone my livestream after THIS CUNT just couldn’t stop singing after I told him to SEVERAL TIMES, so YES, we’re all-“
“UH, DON’T SAY YES UNTIL I’M FINISHED TALKING!” Vox cut her off mid rant, having switched songs neither of them cared to learn the titles of as Velvette clenched her fists and looked ready to hurl her bottle of nail polish right at his TV head.
”We’re all sick of it! You’re not getting out of the dog house after that bullshit you pulled with Heaven, and sorry not sorry to be the one to tell you babe, but nobody wants to hear you screaming songs of that stupid singer of yours!”
”Yeah! What was his name anyway, Christopher Bable?” Valentino rolled his weak eyes, finally succeeding in silencing Vox if only for a moment.
Vox’s singing died in his throat, his red eyes glowering back at the moth as he temporarily ceased his belting and tripped over his words before he could speak properly.
”First of all, it’s Christian Borle and so help me Valentino, you will put respect on his name. And hey! Maybe if I had more than just a head, I wouldn’t need to resort to this! I got carried away, I fucked up, I got it, okay? Just put me back together already, you need me!”
“Ha! Not where it looks like from where we’re sitting Voxxy, we actually can sit by the way- so I guess you’ll just have to stay mad until you learn your lesson, baby.” Valentino pouted mockingly, snapping his fingers to which his robo Kitty zoomed to his side to fetch him a drink.
Vox’s screen glitched lividly, a few choice words on the tip of his tongue before he held them back and immediately forcefully.
Well, what he couldn’t really say, he’d just need to sing. So be it then.
“Life’s a sham and every move is wrong, we’ve examined, every move as we move along-“
”VOX.” Velvette grit out as a final warning, her eye twitching as she yearned to make good on her earlier threat and drive her fist straight to the TV overlord’s face.
But, the screen was really all he had right now, so she had no choice but to not risk it. And more of a troubling matter to her, she wasn’t risking chipping her nails all because someone just had to advance from genocidal lunatic to screeching theatre kid.
“You can end it, you know! Just reassemble me, it’s not rocket science!” The former leader of the Vees glared, getting a synchronized “NO!” which only worsened their case.
”WINNING IS EVERYTHING TO ME!”
“CIERRA LA PUTA BOCA! JUST SHUT UP, VOX!” Valentino exploded, snatching another glass of champagne off his robot assistant’s tray and hurling it at the wall, only just above Vox’s head. Now if only it could shut him up.
“WINNING IS EVERYTHING TO ME! EXCEPT SEX, AND MONEY-“
The moth temporarily snapped out of his fit, snorting despite himself at the lyrics.
”Mm, he’s not a point-“
”Oh my god. Where’s the remote?!” Velvette facepalmed, flipping Vox off with the other hand.
”Can that even work?” Valentino questioned curiously.
“Who knows, if he can be muted, he can be switched off whenever people want him to fuck off. Whatever shuts his bitch arse up at this point.” Velvette sighed tiredly.
”Lemme try something.” Valentino mused, reaching for his phone.
”I GOT THROUGH LAW SCHOOL BY BUSTING MY ASS, WORKING TWO JOBS IN ADDITION TO CLASS.”
“Well, there’s the shittiest lawyer ever. And didn’t you say you stole all those jobs?” Velvette drawled boredly.
”FUCK YOU- SO FORGIVE ME FOR NOT WEEPING AT YOUR TAALE-“
”Babydoll, you’re gonna have to not get mad at this…” Valentino winced, his finger hovering over his phone.
”Mad at what-“
Click.
The wifi less logo appeared on Vox’s screen, the incessant singing which felt wrong to be called finally dying out.
“Finally- OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE! Really Val!?” Velvette’s scrolling through sinstagram had been stopped once the service was out, Valentino merely plopping down next to her.
“You’re welcome!” He shrugged, retucking his wings around himself and resting his head on his best friend’s shoulder.
”Ugh…At least that shit’s over with.” The youngest Vee grumbled, putting her phone in her pocket.
”I know, he really killed my mood…Should we listen to that Christian Borle guy?”
”UGGGGH.”
The end.