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Angel was just finishing up his shift, returning to his dressing room when he noticed someone sitting there in the corner. Turning to them, it was none other than Vox himself. Now, he was more comfortable with Vox than Val, but still a little wary. He gave Vox his usual smile.
"Ya need somethin' from me?" he said, gathering his outside clothes.
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The Driver glanced at Vox, then huffed lightly, nodding his head slightly, chewing on the toothpick between his teeth. "I don't either." He mumbled quietly, blinking slowly, his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Hey babe!" Angel said, poking his head out of the kitchen of their new place. "I made some chocolate chip cookies for the hard workin' shark." He offered Vox a plate.
He looked up from the paper work he was doing with a smile. "Oh, thank you very much." He offered him a smile, taking the plate from him and taking in the wonderful scent.
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"No, no--don't be ridiculous, it's the fucking Blue Light District, we're not bringing back baroque architecture," Vox says, pressing his cellphone against the speakers, walking down the short hallway to his office. "I give you power with the assumption we're both aware of the brand image--columns, Himura! Famously not..."
Vox sighs, as he opens the door to his office. "Neon-classical? Really" he says, the doubt oozing through his tone. "But okay, fine, it's fine, just send me some proofs before you--" And already hung up. One day, Vox will stop being surprised by his architect's flights of fancy. It's an intriguing enough idea...
And that's about the point where Vox feels his concerns about the BLD's architecture vanish, because sitting in... the office chair, because this isn't his office--is another him. He lets the arm with the cellphne drop from his screen, as he stares blankly at the other Vox for a long moment. "I'm not lucky enough for you to be a sleep-deprivation hallucination, am I?"
Quickly, he flicks his phone to the camera option, pointing it at the other Vox, and yep, damn, appears on camera. "Damn," he says, a little deadpan about it. "You are real,"
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Blitz looked around the stable in amazement, eyes absolutely glowing at all the unique horses milling about in their stalls. "Oh, a present, for me?" he said, eyeing his recent sugar daddy. "You shouldn't have." Vox, a well known overlord in the pride ring, had become Blitz's recent new sugar daddy for reasons that were unknown to him. Sure, they fucked around sometimes, but Vox didn't really expect that of him, he just enjoyed Blitz's company and seemed to take some interest in I.M.P. Still, regardless of the reason, he'd enjoy it while he could.
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"So, you're me, but from a different timeline, huh?" He eyed him, looking him up and down, then smirking. "You don't look so bad, I suppose. Not as good as me though."
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this had to be some kind of horrible joke. who mixed up addresses when the hotel and vee tower were miles away from each other? now lucifer had to go in person to retrieve his things, praying the outfits he ordered from damnazon hadn't been opened by some snooping voxtek employee. he'd been arguing with the front desk person about how the app told him his packages were here, there was a fucking photo of the place, when he spotted vox nearby. maybe he'd be more reasonable?
"hey, vox!" he called out with a wave. "could you, uh... can i ask for something if you're not too busy?"
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The sensation of the electricity putting the sweater on him felt odd but Fizz found it enjoyable all the same. He lifted the sleeves to his face and pressed his cheek to the material. It was nice and toasty, making him suspect Vox ran warm. “Thanks, Voxy!”
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