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HAZBIN HOTEL RP BLOG||Xenophobes DNI lmao

359 posts

Dec 18, 2025

INTRO POST

This is a Hazbin Hotel roleplay/askblog, please DNI unless 16 or older

This is a Vox askblog taking place just a few days after Vox's rejection!! You can call him Vincent or Vox, I don't really care lol

You can:

Send asks (Suggestive allowed)

Roleplay

Tease

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Flirt w Mod

Roleplay in DMs (that's for communicating w mod)

Send NSFW asks/start NSFW roleplays

This is a tickle community friendly ask blog as mod is in the community!

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#hazbin hotel #vox #vox ask blog

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Jun 7

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

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“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

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“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

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“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

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Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

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“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

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“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

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“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

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“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

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“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

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Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

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Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

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“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

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“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

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“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

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Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

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“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

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Mirage smiled - the moment felt so simple and comfortable. Everything felt so easy, and he almost didn’t want it to stop. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes remained focused on Vox, on his expression, and he felt happy.

“There it is,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a small squeeze to Vox’s hand, “precious little smile.”

Another second or two passed before he went to move away from the carnivorous plant, his hand still holding onto Vox to lead him along.

“Still plenty to see, hm?~”

*He nodded as he walked along with you* Yeah, it's a really nice place... I'm really glad we came here, y'know?

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“Mhm! I’m really happy to be able to share it with someone,” Mirage said, interlacing his fingers with Vox’s as he looked on ahead, “and you specifically are wonderful company. You know, maybe we should make this a weekly thing! I know you’re busy and all, but you should always find some time to wind down and take a walk.”

Absolutely! *He agreed, almost too quickly. He wondered if he sounded too eager, but tried to play into it* Maybe I can even set up my schedule around it so that I always have time to walk with you.

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Mirage couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer speed of his answer, and he gave a nod in response.

“That would be lovely, Vox! It will be such a wonderful weekly routine, then.” Mirage replied, tilting his head to the side to glance over at the overlord again.

“Aand…obviously, we can still go on dates on the side when time allows…if you’d enjoy that.~”

I think I would love that~ *He assured with a small bow, looking confident despite his screen's persistent glow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Excellent. It’s a plan, then!” Mirage’s eyes sparkled as he followed Vox’s movements, before leaning in to give a small peck to the side of Vox’s screen. It was quick, and as soon as he pulled away, there was an obvious dusting of pink on his cheeks as well. The pink crept up all the way to the inside of his ears, which were tinted a much more saturated pink than usual.

Just doing something as simple as a small kiss made him almost feel lightheaded from how flustered it made him feel, but it was worth it. His smile felt practically glued to his face, remaining completely unwavering alongside the giddy feelings that bubbled up in his chest.

*His antenna sparked, his screen almost staticky as it glowed bright blue. Well. He hadn't been expecting that. He tried a few times to say something but his words seemed to be failing him in the moment.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The silence made Mirage feel nervous, if only for a moment. As soon as he spared a glance towards the overlord, the worries were swept away as quickly as they came as he saw just how bright the other’s screen glowed, and…was that a hint of static amongst it all? The lamb chuckled softly, squeezing Vox’s hand in his as he shifted his gaze forward again.

“Cat got your tongue?~” he teased, as if he himself didn’t feel incredibly flustered over it all.

*He averted his gaze with a flustered smile at the teasing, but managed to respond* Maybe just a little...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #mirage!!#vox ask blog #voxthreads

Jun 7

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

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“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

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“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage smiled - the moment felt so simple and comfortable. Everything felt so easy, and he almost didn’t want it to stop. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes remained focused on Vox, on his expression, and he felt happy.

“There it is,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a small squeeze to Vox’s hand, “precious little smile.”

Another second or two passed before he went to move away from the carnivorous plant, his hand still holding onto Vox to lead him along.

“Still plenty to see, hm?~”

*He nodded as he walked along with you* Yeah, it's a really nice place... I'm really glad we came here, y'know?

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“Mhm! I’m really happy to be able to share it with someone,” Mirage said, interlacing his fingers with Vox’s as he looked on ahead, “and you specifically are wonderful company. You know, maybe we should make this a weekly thing! I know you’re busy and all, but you should always find some time to wind down and take a walk.”

Absolutely! *He agreed, almost too quickly. He wondered if he sounded too eager, but tried to play into it* Maybe I can even set up my schedule around it so that I always have time to walk with you.

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Mirage couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer speed of his answer, and he gave a nod in response.

“That would be lovely, Vox! It will be such a wonderful weekly routine, then.” Mirage replied, tilting his head to the side to glance over at the overlord again.

“Aand…obviously, we can still go on dates on the side when time allows…if you’d enjoy that.~”

I think I would love that~ *He assured with a small bow, looking confident despite his screen's persistent glow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Excellent. It’s a plan, then!” Mirage’s eyes sparkled as he followed Vox’s movements, before leaning in to give a small peck to the side of Vox’s screen. It was quick, and as soon as he pulled away, there was an obvious dusting of pink on his cheeks as well. The pink crept up all the way to the inside of his ears, which were tinted a much more saturated pink than usual.

Just doing something as simple as a small kiss made him almost feel lightheaded from how flustered it made him feel, but it was worth it. His smile felt practically glued to his face, remaining completely unwavering alongside the giddy feelings that bubbled up in his chest.

*His antenna sparked, his screen almost staticky as it glowed bright blue. Well. He hadn't been expecting that. He tried a few times to say something but his words seemed to be failing him in the moment.*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #mirage!!#vox ask blog #voxthreads

May 25

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

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Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

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Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

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“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

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Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

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“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

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“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

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“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

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Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

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“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

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Mirage smiled - the moment felt so simple and comfortable. Everything felt so easy, and he almost didn’t want it to stop. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes remained focused on Vox, on his expression, and he felt happy.

“There it is,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a small squeeze to Vox’s hand, “precious little smile.”

Another second or two passed before he went to move away from the carnivorous plant, his hand still holding onto Vox to lead him along.

“Still plenty to see, hm?~”

*He nodded as he walked along with you* Yeah, it's a really nice place... I'm really glad we came here, y'know?

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“Mhm! I’m really happy to be able to share it with someone,” Mirage said, interlacing his fingers with Vox’s as he looked on ahead, “and you specifically are wonderful company. You know, maybe we should make this a weekly thing! I know you’re busy and all, but you should always find some time to wind down and take a walk.”

Absolutely! *He agreed, almost too quickly. He wondered if he sounded too eager, but tried to play into it* Maybe I can even set up my schedule around it so that I always have time to walk with you.

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Mirage couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer speed of his answer, and he gave a nod in response.

“That would be lovely, Vox! It will be such a wonderful weekly routine, then.” Mirage replied, tilting his head to the side to glance over at the overlord again.

“Aand…obviously, we can still go on dates on the side when time allows…if you’d enjoy that.~”

I think I would love that~ *He assured with a small bow, looking confident despite his screen's persistent glow*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 17

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RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

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Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

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The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

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Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

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Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

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“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

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Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

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“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

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Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

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“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

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Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

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Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

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Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

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Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

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“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

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“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

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Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

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“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

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Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

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Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

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Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

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Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

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“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

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Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

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“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage smiled - the moment felt so simple and comfortable. Everything felt so easy, and he almost didn’t want it to stop. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes remained focused on Vox, on his expression, and he felt happy.

“There it is,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a small squeeze to Vox’s hand, “precious little smile.”

Another second or two passed before he went to move away from the carnivorous plant, his hand still holding onto Vox to lead him along.

“Still plenty to see, hm?~”

*He nodded as he walked along with you* Yeah, it's a really nice place... I'm really glad we came here, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm! I’m really happy to be able to share it with someone,” Mirage said, interlacing his fingers with Vox’s as he looked on ahead, “and you specifically are wonderful company. You know, maybe we should make this a weekly thing! I know you’re busy and all, but you should always find some time to wind down and take a walk.”

Absolutely! *He agreed, almost too quickly. He wondered if he sounded too eager, but tried to play into it* Maybe I can even set up my schedule around it so that I always have time to walk with you.

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the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

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Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

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The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

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Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

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Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

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“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

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Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

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“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

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Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

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“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

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Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

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Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

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Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

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Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

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“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

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“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

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Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

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“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

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Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

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Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

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Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

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Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

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“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

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Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

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“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

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“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

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“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

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“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

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“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

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“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

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“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

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Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

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“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

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“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

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“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

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“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

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“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

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Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

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Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

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Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage smiled - the moment felt so simple and comfortable. Everything felt so easy, and he almost didn’t want it to stop. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes remained focused on Vox, on his expression, and he felt happy.

“There it is,” he said, punctuating the sentence with a small squeeze to Vox’s hand, “precious little smile.”

Another second or two passed before he went to move away from the carnivorous plant, his hand still holding onto Vox to lead him along.

“Still plenty to see, hm?~”

*He nodded as he walked along with you* Yeah, it's a really nice place... I'm really glad we came here, y'know?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 13

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

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Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

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Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

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Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

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Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

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Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

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“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

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Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

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“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

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“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

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“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

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Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

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“Awww, come now. I don’t think such a pretty smile should be covered!” Mirage commented with a giggle, reaching a hand up to gently take Vox’s hand into his instead. His grip was light even as he gently moved to try and pull the other’s hand down with him — though not forcefully. If he even felt a hint of resistance, he wouldn’t dare to push further.

*His hand easily came down with yours, even as a soft, flustered giggle passed his lips. His expression was as soft as he felt, and he couldn't deny how much he adored this feeling, even as he failed to meet your gaze*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 13

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RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

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Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

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The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

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Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

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Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

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“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

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Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

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“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

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Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

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“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

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Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

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Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

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Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

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Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

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“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

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“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

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Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

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“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

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Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

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Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

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Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

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Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

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“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

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Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

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“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile curled upward into a more mischievous one as he took note of Vox’s attempts at finding the correct words. The struggle was precious, honestly. He raised an eyebrow in response otherwise, cocking his head to the side while the soft curls of his hair fell with his head movements, cascading to the side.

“Hm? What? Too much?” Mirage asked, giving a deeper chuckle as he stood straight once more, his hands held on the handle of his cane.

“Goodness, you’re adorable when you get a bit flustered.~”

Oh my god... *His antenna sparked again, and he found his hand coming up to cover how flustered his smile had become*

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 12

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, just to get on TV, you had to look a certain way. Honeybun, you were attractive, and that’s another added layer as to why people would try to get so close to you,” Mirage replied, slowly tilting his head to one side, “so, I think my point stands. You’re a head turner, through and through. Even I would’ve been head over heels for you had I seen you on TV, I’m sure of it.”

*He let out a soft, almost flustered huff* Alright, maybe you have a bit of a point... Jesus, you're... *He tried to find the words, and, upon failing to, he just chuckled softly* God...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 12

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

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Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

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Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

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“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

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Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

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“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

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“Oh?” Mirage gave the carnivorous plant a few more soft pats before he turned his body to face Vox, his eyes flicking up and down the overlord while a smile remained plastered on his face.

“Well, to start with then; you’re one of the most handsome men I’ve met with the most charming personality. Your voice is soothing to listen to, and it could send shivers up anybody’s spine.” the lamb began, leaning towards Vox (and against his cane) while his eyes, more half-lidded than before, met the TV-headed sinner’s gaze.

“And if this is how good you look now, I can only imagine how absolutely stunning you were when you were alive. Goodness me, you’ve probably always turned heads wherever you’ve gone, hm?”

*His antenna sparked as the glow on his screen brightened. He... may have forgotten how your compliments in particular got to him in such a different way. Still, he couldn't help pointing something out.* Heh, trust me, even if I was ugly as shit, I was on TV so often that people would push each other out of the way just to get close.

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May 12

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RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

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Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

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The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

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Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

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Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

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“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

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Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

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“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

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Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

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“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

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Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

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Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

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Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

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Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

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“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

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“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

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Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

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“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

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Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

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Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

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Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

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Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

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“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

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Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

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“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

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“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

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“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

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“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

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“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

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“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

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“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Pfft- I could say the same to you! Should I start complimenting you up and down too?” Mirage asked, glancing over at him with an amused grin. Despite him trying to act casual, the blush was awfully visible on his face, and the heart shaped highlights in his eyes pulsed softly alongside his heartbeat.

*He laughed a little as he straightened* I mean, I'm not gonna oppose!~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 12

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

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“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears twitched and turned towards Vox, and his cheeks felt warm once more as the compliment sank in. He cleared his throat a bit, though it was done in a vain attempt to cover up the embarrassed titter that had slipped from him.

“A-ah gee, you’re too much, you know?” He replied, reaching out his hand near the plant to gauge its interest in it. He didn’t want to go losing a finger during a first date, after all. Upon it seeming calm, he lightly ran his hand over the plant’s head, giving it a few pets.

*His smile widened a little, he couldn't help but be proud of himself for all the opportunities he'd found* Aw, c'mon, you deserve to hear about how good you look!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#pretty plamt #voxthreads

May 12

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

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“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

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“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good.~” said Mirage. There was a pause held once more, his mind still flittering through memories of his favourite flowers, though the sight of one of Hell’s carnivorous flowers brought one to the forefront of his mind quickly. His smile grew, and he gestured toward it with his hand before he began speaking once more.

“Ah, speaking of favourite flowers; carnivorous plants were some of my favourites when I was alive as well! Venus flytraps were a classic and high-ish up there on my list, but roundleaf sundews were eeeverywhere near where I lived. They were 100% my favourites! I always wanted to be as pretty as they were,” he rambled on, drawing closer to the plant with a big smile.

*He listened to you ramble with a fond smile. It was so cute to him, how excited you were, even as he followed you closer to the plant. Still, he couldn't help the opportunity to compliment you again* And who's to say you weren't already? I mean, I never knew ya, but if how you look now is any indication...~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#ouhhhhhh i've seen those before they ARE pretty #voxthreads

May 11

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage twirled a lock of his hair around his finger at the note, and hummed softly as his attention shifted back to the flowers.

“Aw, well…I feel as if we’ve gotten to know each other better. Hence why the upgrade.~” he replied before he continued their walk through the garden, every second hoofstep accentuated by the click of his cane.

“You’re now officially in the extremely cute nickname territory! There will be more thrown at you in the future.”

*He followed along with another soft chuckle* Well, I can't say that I completely object to that...

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 10

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

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“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

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“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

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“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

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“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

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“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

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Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

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“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

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“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

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“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

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“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

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“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

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Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

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Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

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Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

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“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

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“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

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Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

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“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

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“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

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“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

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“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

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Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

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“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

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“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

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“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

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“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

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“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

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“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

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Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

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Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

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Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

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Mirage’s blush returned, but this time he dared to look back at Vox despite his shyness. Those words were so flattering and sweet, they made his heart swell, and somehow they meant even more coming from Vox than just any plain old soul.

“Hah, you think so?” He asked, “that means a lot to me, honeybun. Thank you.”

*His antennae sparked at the nickname, but for once he embraced the soft glow on his screen. He nodded with a light chuckle* You're welcome. But, heh, that nickname's new... but it's kinda cute.

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May 9

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RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

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Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

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The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

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Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

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Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

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“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

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“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

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Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

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“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

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“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

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“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

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“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s smile grew in response, and he gave a small nod of his head before he looked back over at the flowerbeds, pausing in front of ones to lean against his cane. His gaze softened as it focused on the delicate petals themselves, fondly thinking back to the flowers back on Earth.

“My number one favourite flower is the sunflower! It’s closely followed by roses, yellow ones in particular,” the lamb replied, giving a soft giggle, “they always made me happy.”

*He chuckled slightly* I'm seeing a pattern here. Bright, beautiful, lights up any space... pretty fitting, I'd say.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox ask blog #mirage!!#voxthreads

May 8

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

RP starter with @vinlee-vox!! Friday date time, yippeee!

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Days passed till Friday rolled around, and Mirage found himself both excited and jittery all at once. He was nervously fidgeting with his hair as his hooves carried him towards the cafe he’d agreed to meet Vox at, having decided to arrive a little bit early just to make sure he was on time. He’d hate to be late for a date- geez, it still made his cheeks feel warm when he referred to it as such. He’s the one who suggested it for crying out loud!

He slowed to a stop in front of the cafe, but he was far from being completely still - he shifted and adjusted on his hooves, changing his weight from one side to the other like a kid who was nervous on their first day of school. He absentmindedly chewed on his lower lip, trying to think of something to do to pass the time till the worrying thought occurred to him: what if he looked like more of a mess than he’d thought when he’d left his apartment? Knitting his brows, he tried so hard to ignore the anxious worries till he, inevitably, gave in and turned to look at his reflection in the window of the cafe.

He leaned in, adjusting the curly locks that hung loose on the sides of his head with a scrutinizing look before moving on to the two braids he’d spent all too long fighting with at home. He tightened the ribbons he’d used as ties, fussing with the loops of the braids themselves for a moment after, before stepping back to look at his outfit. It was- it was alright enough, he supposed. He hadn’t really worn a dress shirt in a while, but he’d felt like it was appropriate for the occasion. It was also a light yellow one, so it fit his usual style at least.

His eyes flicked up on his reflections to look at his pink horns that were barely peeking out from his hair, but he was quick to deem that there wasn’t really anything he could do about those. Oh well. He spun back around and idly felt over his pockets, mostly to ease his nerves about forgetting one thing or the other.

‘House keys, wallet, my glasses…yeah, that should be everything.’

He breathed out a small sigh and then clasped his hands together while he settled to wait. He was sure his nerves would ease once Vox got there; it was probably just the pre-date jitters getting to him more than anything. Their interactions had always been so nice before, so why would this time be any different?

*Vox had spent the whole day preparing for this date. Cancelled plans, primping and preening in the mirror, wishing so that his antenna would just be even, struggling to find an outfit until he'd settled on a simple navy suit. He wasn't overdressed, right? Almost everyone dressed like this down here! After some not-so-convenient interviews and verbally abusing some workers, he was finally on his way. He moved quickly, partially terrified to be late, partially ecstatic to be close to you again. As he neared the cafe, he paused as he saw you.*

*Oh fuck.*

*He's so fucking gay.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage had been staring down at the ground, lightly scraping his hoof back and forth while he waited, yet another attempt at keeping his jitters away. As he raised his head to look around, his gaze landed on Vox, and a smile immediately formed on his face. His ears perked up, and his tail began softly wagging as he lifted his hand to wave at him.

‘Ohhh my gosh, he looks amazing…oh God, am I underdressed?’

The twinge of nerves didn’t show on his face even as he headed over to Vox, his eyes twinkling with joy as he opened his arms up to offer the overlord a hug.

“Hiii! Oh my goodness, don’t you just look amazing??”

*He accepted the hug, doing his best to ignore the glow of his screen* Me? You should see yourself! You look so good!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

The hug was warm and gentle as the lamb sinner wrapped his arms around Vox in a hug, giving a pleased hum before pulling back a bit, his smile still big.

“Awww, you flatterer! Thank you!” Mirage giggled, his cheeks already feeling warm, and the date had barely even started. As he fully stepped back, he gestured towards the cafe with his hand.

“Shall we?”

Of course! *He stepped over and opened the door, holding it open for Mirage with a little bow*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a small nod of his head as a thank you before walking into the cafe, being greeted by the familiar smell of coffee and pastries. He liked this place; it was nice to visit from time to time as it was a change of pace from his usual routine, and for once, he also didn’t have to be the one making the coffee or anything.

“The atmosphere is so nice here,” he said, partially thinking out loud before glancing over at Vox with a smile, “do you have a typical coffee order you go for in places like these?”

*He stepped in after you, looking around. He shrugs at your question* I don't normally go out for my coffee, I just... have my assistant get it for me. I dunno, I normally just tell him to get me a black coffee. I wouldn't know what else to get...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked at Vox, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. He jutted out a hip and placed his hand on it, tilting his head from one side to another for a moment. He then glanced over at the menu, his eyes flicking over the different items before he spoke up again.

“How do you feel about a roasted hazelnut latte? It feels like it could be up your alley.”

Hmm... *He shrugged a little* I guess I could give it a try. What about you, what are you getting?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’ll get a cappuccino! It’s been my go-to here, haha. It’s nice to get it made for you than to always be the one making it, you know?” Mirage replied, his gaze lowering from the menu to the sinner behind the counter, and he gave them a wave with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m also kind of a regular here, so they probably know my order by heart now.”

*He chuckled a little* I get that. Want me to find us somewhere to sit while you go order, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me, hun. It shouldn’t take very long,” Mirage chimed, touching Vox’s arm in passing as he began to head to the counter, “I trust you to find us nice seats.~”

*His screen glowed softly at the contact* I-I will! *He walked around the tables, searching for the perfect date spot; not too close to anyone, maybe a good view of the street? He looked at the booths near the window, then out the window... yeah, that wasn't happening. After a few moments he found a small booth tucked against a wall in a relatively quiet spot in the cafe* Perfect.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage instead had gone to order, all smiles and cheery as he talked to the sinner behind the counter. There was pleasant small talk exchanged since he was a regular customer at the place, and his tail wagged behind him slowly as he leaned against the counter.

It wasn’t very long after that that Mirage found his way to the booth Vox had found and placed down Vox’s order at the table with a smile.

“Here you gooo.~ I hope you’ll like it, hun!”

Thanks! *He picked it up, taking a small sip, before considering and nodding to himself* Not bad, definitely better than just straight black coffee.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad it’s decent enough at least! I don’t blame you if black coffee is still more of your thing; it’s not like I don’t enjoy it on a lot of days too,” Mirage commented as he sat down across from Vox, stirring his cappuccino a few times slowly before taking a sip of it. His tail happily thumped against his seat, enjoying the warm drink he’d gotten for himself. It always tasted better when it was made by someone else.

*He let out an embarrassed laugh.* It's honestly just a habit from when I was alive! I'd get whatever was quickest to make, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a soft snicker, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“That’s fair. I’d usually sit down a couple times a day for coffee, and it was…well, pretty plain. Coffee with some milk and sugar, but I’d do that about...mmm,” he thought for a moment, “four times a day? And I’d have two cups each time.”

Jehesus... *He laughed softly* I'd say that seems excessive, but honestly if I hadn't been so busy all the time, I'd probably have done the same thing.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, I’d just find the time no matter what,” Mirage replied jokingly, his grin bright, “but if you think you’d done the same if it wasn’t for your schedule, then I have to ask: what did you do for a job? I assume it had something to do with what you’re doing now buuut…I have to ask.”

The sheep sinner had been curious for a while anyhow. He recalled from their first interaction that Vox had mentioned having a ‘movement’ as he put it, but he’d figured there was more to that than meets the eye. He’d been wanting to ask about it for a while, so now that the opportunity presented itself, how could he say no?

*He took a deep breath* Well, I'm a man of many careers! I started out as a weatherman, but eventually became an anchor, then a talk show host, then a producer, and quickly began taking on roles in a lot of different segments, before my boss... 'gave' me control of the network. From there, I had a rapidly expanding movement that I managed up until it killed me. You could say I just always... 'found a way' to get promoted~ *He leaned onto his hands, his voice a bit lower as his face seemed a bit more sinister, before his demeanor changed to chipper and sweet one a dime* How about you? What'd you do?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened to Vox talk about his life, his ears flicking forward with interest. Each career mentioned remained in the same field, but that wasn’t the part that caught his attention; rather, it was the implications of how he got promoted exactly. This man continued to be as fascinating as the first day he talked to him.

“That’s interesting…you just found a way to make it big in life, didn’t you?” Mirage replied with a pleasant smile. It was only after the question was returned to him that his smile shifted and changed, present but less chipper.

“I didn’t really do much,” Mirage said, his gaze falling to his cup as he began to stir it again, “if you remember, I mentioned ending up in a cult when I was younger due to my mother getting involved with this…guy. Around 18, I was deemed 'The Oracle', so I didn’t really get to go out and have a regular job. I just stayed in the bounds of the commune.”

*His eyes widened a little as you mentioned a cult. The word was often tossed his way when mentioning his... organization. Maybe it was in your best interest that he left that out...* Oh yeah, I do remember that... hm, it kinda sucks you never really got to make anything of your life.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage shrugged his shoulders, watching the milk foam get mixed into the cappuccino with each stir of the spoon. He continued holding the pause to take another sip of his drink, and only continued speaking afterwards.

“It does…but you always find some way to entertain yourself once you realise you’re stuck in a cage,” he said, and once again his smile held no passion behind it, “when people trust your words and take them as the honest truth, you can make any place your playground…within limitations, of course.”

He seemed lost in thought, even if only for a moment, before he looked back up at Vox with a smile that appeared brighter. It was either a well-practiced façade or it was genuine, but from one external glance, it was hard to tell which it was.

“Aside from that, I’ve made something of my life down here, haven’t I?~”

*He took a moment, trying to decode your expression for a moment before leaving it be. He raised his cup a bit in a mock-toast* You and me both, although for me I guess it's moreso rebuilding what got taken from me. *He smile grew a little bitter as he muttered to himself,* Part of me thinks someone sabotaged it all on purpose...

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The lamb chuckled and raised his cup similarly before sipping his drink again, trying to focus more on the warm drink than the memories that he did still have from his life. His ears did twitch at the mutter, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What makes you think that, hun? If you don’t mind me asking.”

*His smile falls as he considers it, before huffing* I dunno, just... of all the TVs in all the wires in that entire room, the one that just so happens to fall is the one directly above my head? I don't fucking buy it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage nodded slowly, tapping his finger against the table in thought. It sure seemed odd, and very specific…but who knows. It could’ve been planned, or it could’ve been a freak accident. Either was likely to him.

“It is strange…poor you, though. That explains the uh…y’know,” he vaguely gestured a hand towards Vox’s head, “not that it looks bad, obviously.”

*He sighs a little* And the chronic headache. Though that makes me think, why do you think you got turned into a cute little sheep?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave him a sympathetic look upon his mentioning of a chronic headache, but then his smile grew a little bit. He interlaced his fingers and rested his head on top of them, an almost amused look in his eyes.

“Simple: I was a ‘sacrificial lamb’. Funny what happens when they need to find a creative way to get rid of you when you become a…problem,” he sat back a bit, lowering the collar of his shirt just enough to show the scar that looped around his neck, “I have another scar to show for it that persisted even down here, but I can’t exactly show that in a cafe.”

*He leaned forward a little, his eyes lighting up with interest* Woahh... Any chance I might be able to see that one too, some day...? Just- just out of curiosity, of course.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh, that eager to see me shirtless, are you?” Mirage joked, giggling immediately after as he corrected his shirt collar to hide the scar. He gave a nod regardless of his teasing, picking up his cup once again.

“Jokes aside, I don’t mind showing it to you someday! It definitely just looks uuh…a bit more gnarly than the one around my throat.”

*His screen glows blue at the teasing and he forced himself to focus* Oh? It definitely sounds interesting then. I've heard of sinners with fucked-up scars but I never actually see 'em.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, then you’ll get lucky seeing mine! It doesn’t look fully healed, and it sort of…indents in? Like it’s still somewhat freshly made,” Mirage described, crinkling his nose at the mere description a little bit. It was funny, almost. He’d gotten such an adorable external appearance, but at the cost of having aspects that made it a lot less…pleasing to look at.

Mirage never minded them as much for himself, even his spine was something he thought of as pretty! But it was always the reaction of others he was uncertain of, so it made it easier to hide any proof of their existence. He should really stop being worried about what others thought, huh?

*He nodded at the description* It sounds like it looks pretty cool. Does it, like... does it still hurt? Like, does it feel fresh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful of the question, his brows furrowing. Now that he thought about it, it didn't particularly hurt except during sudden temperature changes…otherwise? Not so much.

"No, it doesn't really hurt. It's sensitive, and I'm sure if someone dug their nails into it, it might hurt, but other than that, it doesn't cause me any pain…" he finally replied, shrugging his shoulders. He subconsciously moved his hand over his chest, tracing the scar through the shirt gently.

Hm, interesting... *He mumbled, leaning against his own hand.* Y'know, I don't think I've ever been this invested in someone else's scars before.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ahah, well…I’m flattered I interest you that much, hun,” Mirage replied, a smile playing on his lips as he went to drink more of his cappuccino. There was the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks, but he tried to ignore it in favour of speaking more.

“Though I feel as if my scars aren’t all that special in the end. They're just silly little reminders more than anything."

Still, they're a cool part of you! Unique, kinda like my gills, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage couldn’t help but have his smile grow a bit at the comparison, and he nodded while his tail gently swished against his seat. Placing his now-empty cup down on the table, he gave a small tilt of his head as he folded his hand in his lap.

“Thank you, hun. You know how to make a guy feel special,” he replied with a soft giggle, “and if being unique means being anything like you, then I don’t think I have a single complaint.~”

*His antennae spark a little as he huffs out a chuckle* Well, y'know, I think you deserve to feel special! And I'm glad to help out with that in any way you want~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes widened just a bit as the words registered in their entirety, and his blush grew a shade or two brighter while his ears were flicking this way and that as if trying to catch some frequency. He couldn’t have meant what Mirage thought he did, right? Right. No, he was the one being weird in thinking it was more than friendly banter. He cleared his throat gently, allowing his gaze to wander to the rest of the cafe, totally casually, and not because he was trying to avoid eye contact, but that didn’t hide the flustered, wobbly smile that he wore.

“I-is that so?” He managed to say, but not without a small stammer, much to his own dismay.

‘Very smooth. Good job.’ He thought to himself, already disappointed in his inability to keep it together.

Of course. Even if that means you can't think for a few hours~ *He tries to keep his composure but bursts into embarrassed giggles.* Ohokay, that was too far, Ihi'm sorry!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodhedidmeanitlikethat-

Mirage quickly covered his warm face with his hands, stifling a squeak while his tail thumped rapidly against the seat. Regardless of his thoroughly flustered and embarrassed reaction, he giggled gently, shaking his head in response.

“N-no, you’re fine,” he parted his fingers enough to peer at Vox through them, “it’s definitely forward, buuut…y’know, we’ll see where all this goes. Maybeee…one day.”

He muttered the last part, almost hoping it couldn't be heard. He was usually able to keep himself composed far better than this; he was embarrassed by how easy it was to get him like this.

*His screen glows bright blue at your potential confirmation.* Oh? S-still, it's- I shouldn't be saying that on the first date!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave a gentle giggle, waving his hand dismissively after he’d lowered his hands away from his face. Even so, his face still wore a bright blush even as he reached across the table to lightly run his hand over Vox’s arm, smiling at him softly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not pearl-clutching over it. ‘Sides, it’s the least crude way I’ve heard someone say something like that, ahah.”

*His antennae sparked as his screen glowed brighter at the contact, before letting out a soft laugh* I guess so, yeah. At least I didn't just say 'I wanna fuck', right?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Exactly. I’d be far more disappointed if that’s what you went with instead,” Mirage replied in a lighthearted manner, his eyes flicking up at the sight of the spark. He leaned on his hand, his eyes lingering on Vox’s antennae for a moment longer before they shifted to meet his gaze.

“Your antennae are so expressive, it’s adorable,” he couldn’t help but comment, “apart from your blush, it’s the next best giveaway to when you’re flustered.”

*At being pointed out, his antennae sparked again.* O-oh, those things, heh... Don't look at them too long, I hate how one is like, double the length of the other...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears drooped at Vox’s response, and his brows furrowed a bit. He honestly hadn’t ever thought of their asymmetrical lengths being anything but endearing, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that Vox seemed to feel so negatively about it. The look remained for a moment before he brought back his smile, gentle and warm once again.

“I think they look adorable, though. Them being mismatched like that just adds to your charm in my opinion,” he replied, “it’s one of the little things I like about you.~”

*They sparked again, his screen glowing a little brighter as his claws tapped nervously on his cup.* I-I- you do? I-it doesn't, y'know, bug you that they're, uh, asymmetrical? I-I dunno, it just... feels like they need to be a little more perfect, y'know?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Them being imperfect is what makes you perfect to me, Vox,” Mirage pointed out, “I know business such as yours seeks a certain ‘ideal’, but you shouldn’t let that make you worry about others’ opinions on a day-to-day basis.”

He lifted his hand, tapping a pink claw underneath his left eye while keeping a smile on his face.

“My left eye frequently wanders more to the left because I have a bit of misalignment in my eyes. Most people don’t automatically notice it because I put in consistent effort to try and correct it. If I allowed my eyes to unfocus, you’d see it,” he explained with a small chuckle, “I actually have worse eyesight to begin with, and I should be wearing glasses all the time. It’d help with that, and my eye misalignment.”

*A little heart forms in the sparks between his antennae as you call him 'perfect', his eyes widening a bit. He can't help but smile a little, but his expression becomes one of interest as you talk about your eyes* Oh, really? Do you actually have glasses, or...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh boy, do I,” Mirage says with a small laugh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the leather case for his glasses, slightly waving it in the air. He took them out, showing the horn-rimmed glasses off properly.

“I just don’t wear them often, I feel like they make me look silly.”

Well... can I see? You with your glasses on, I mean.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh man, alright,” Mirage said, cracking an awkward grin as he went to put the glasses on, closing his eyes as he set the arms of the glasses on his ears. He opened his eyes as he looked up at Vox again, every little detail of his surroundings becoming much clearer. He stared at Vox, a brief look of astonishment passing by his face as he really took in how nice the overlord looked. Absolutely stunning.

His smile only grew in size, and his tail began wagging excitedly, thumping against his seat as if he’d just seen something amazing! Which, to him, he had.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t think you could look even better than you already did,” he commented, the hearts in his eyes pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

*His eyes widened as he first saw you with your glasses on. Holy shit you were... adorable! However, your comment caught him off guard and his antennae sparked for the umpteenth time that night.* M-me? I mean, look at you! You're... you're really cute, honestly...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, you think so?” Mirage asked, fidgeting with one of his braids as his eyes flicked to look at the, yet again, sparking antennae of Vox’s. His eyes then lowered to the table, his cheeks warm and bright pink as he tried to accept the genuine compliments he was given. Just how many times was he going to blush during this date?

“I always felt like I looked silly with these on.”

Well, I think you look nice with them on. *He chuckled* It could help with the 'innocent' look that keeps people guessing, yknow?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aw, thank you,” Mirage replied first to the compliment, but then gave a soft chuckle to the follow-up, glancing off to the side, “and I suppose you’re right. I never thought of it that way before…might as well try to use that as a motivator to wear them more often.”

He hummed thoughtfully as he shifted his focus back onto Vox, the compliment still looping in his head. A bright smile formed on his face as he finally stopped fidgeting with his braid, and instead folded his hands in his lap once more.

“It’ll be a bonus that you find me cute with them on as well.”

*He smiles a little wider* Anything that lends itself to how you look is worth it to me, but uh, maybe I'm a little biased.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, maybe.~” Mirage replied, readjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wore them so little that he hardly remembered how often they’d slide down his muzzle.

“I try not to stress too much about my looks. The more I worry about it, the less happy I am with how I look, usually, hah.”

*He chuckled slightly* Really? I've always been pretty conscious about how I look... then again, I need to look my best for the camera!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Haha, don’t misunderstand me, I’m conscious of how I look to a fault. I need to force myself not to be that way for my own well-being,” Mirage replied, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I can see why you have to focus on your looks with your career and all…”

He looked at Vox thoughtfully, a small furrow in his brow barely present on his face. He felt bad for anyone who had to worry about their appearance so much, since it could be a damaging path to end up on…or maybe that was just a problem for him personally, and other people were capable of handling it just fine. Who knows?

“That sounds a bit exhausting, though.”

*He groaned, leaning back in his seat* Oh, you have no idea... constantly going through outfits with these idiots who don't know a talk show outfit from a cooking show outfit! Like... I don't have the best fashion sense. It's good, it's just not the best. But seriously!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened with an amused twinkle in his eyes, giggling at his reaction. Well, he had to agree that his fashion sense seemed good from what he’d seen so far…but maybe there was a difference between how one wants to present for TV versus day-to-day life.

“Thahat does sound tricky to navigate. Okay, aside from having to deal with people who don’t know what they’re doing, what’s been your favourite outfit you’ve worn on television?”

*He hummed softly in thought, his claws tapping on the table as he considered it.* I guess... there was this one pale blue suit I had, almost white, with this sparkly lapel. I look so good in it~

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ooh…it sounds nice,” Mirage replied, leaning forward a bit with a smile, “and I’m certain you do look good in it. Though, I think you could pull off anything.~”

*He chuckled slightly* Oh, there's... there's definitely things I don't think I could pull off... *He averted his gaze a little.* Namely stuff I'd struggle to pull on.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh?” Mirage tilted his head to the side, his ears twitching forward as he took in Vox’s words, puzzling them out in his head. Once it sank in, his ears lowered, and his expression briefly flickered through a troubled look before he offered a small smile, leaning on his hands. What a familiar predicament this was to him, too.

“I understand how it feels…But I think you’d look great in anything, regardless of all of that. I mean it.”

*He smiled softly at your words* You really think so...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Of course I do, hun. I’d be as stunned by you as I am now, no matter what you’d be wearing,” Mirage giggled softly, placing his hand over Vox’s, “you’ll always look amazing to me, and nothing could change that.”

The words were spoken softly, but without a hint of hesitation. The lamb meant every single word, and he tried to show it not just through speaking, but also through how gently and affectionately he gazed at the overlord, and how lightly he stroked a thumb over the back of his hand.

*His antennae sparked with electricity, his screen glowing softly.* I... You really know how to make a guy feel special, huh...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Well, you are special. I’m glad I can make you feel that way too,” Mirage smiled, patting Vox’s hand softly before he leaned back in his chair to stretch, “I’d hate for you to feel badly about yourself when there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

*He chuckled slightly.* Honestly, that's what I need right about now. It's... nice to actually feel wanted.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Good thing that you are wanted,” Mirage replied, “because as it stands, I’d consider myself lucky to have met you!~”

He smiled brightly with his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. It was true, after all. Mirage was someone who was hard to truly catch the attention of, no matter how friendly he seemed on the outside. Vox truly stood out among the rest, and that was a good thing.

Mirage stood from his seat, taking slight support from the table because his legs felt about as stiff and achy as usual. It didn’t show apart from the slight twinge in his expression that scrunched the lamb’s nose briefly.

“Do you think you’re ready to go?”

Oh, yeah! *He stood, grabbing his still half-full cup* Did you... maybe wanna go somewhere else together? It's fine if not! *He offered almost nervously, wanting to spend more time with Mirage*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage seemed to brighten up at the question, his tail wagging softly, rustling the fabric of his pants. He nodded, his ears up and tilted forward as his eyes sparkled from excitement.

“I was hoping you’d ask!” He chimed, hopping once on his hooves to be a bit closer to the overlord.

“Where do you wanna go?”

*He paused, looking almost embarrassed with himself.* I, uh... was hoping you had an idea.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage blinked in surprise a few time as he looked up at Vox, but then gave a small laugh and a smile.

“Oh geez, let me think, uuhm…”

He craned his neck to the side thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping the rest of the cafe and its patrons as if in hopes it would give him some sort of an idea of what to do next.

“There’s a lovely garden in Cannibal Town that I like to take walks in. I don’t really know if my clothes really would fit their usual style right now, though…mmm…guess I’d need to grab my cane from home anyway if I’m planning on being out for a longer period of time…”

He began more muttering to himself, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he pondered, his ears flicking back and forth.

“I think there’s a garden somewhere here too, if we want to avoid Cannibal Town…uuh…”

*He shuddered a little* Y-yeah, if it's all the same with you, maybe we could avoid Cannibal Town? I'm sorry, that, just... whole place, the population, it... it freaks me the fuck out...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s ears tilted up, and his attention shifted back to Vox at his comment. Yes, he supposed that wasn’t exactly a…rare opinion. Cannibal Town wasn’t for everyone; that much was true. He nodded with a soft smile, beginning to twirl a loose lock of his hair once again.

“Yes, sure! Sorry, I think I sometimes forget that most people don’t really like going there, haha…”

His laugh was a bit awkward, and he shifted his gaze to the side once again.

“But there’s the other garden I mentioned, so! We can take a walk there! Once we exit the cafe, I’ll pop into my place really quickly for my cane, if you don’t mind.”

*He nodded a little, his smile returning.* That'd be nice. We can walk to your place together, if you like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Sounds good to me!” Mirage chimed, spinning to face the direction of the door and clasping his hands together behind his back, “I’m glad you wanted to spend more time with me, hun. I honestly didn’t have anything else planned for the day, so…”

*He chuckled slightly.* Yeah, well, it's nicer being out with you. It's less... lonely.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I’m glad,” Mirage replied with a smile, walking with a bounce in his step, “honestly, I almost forgot how nice it can be to spend time with someone one-on-one like this…so, it’s a nice reminder for me.”

*He nodded as he walked with you, holding the door of the cafe open for you* Yeah, it's... it's a lot better than a professional setting, yknow? God, people are so draining there...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage passed through the door, giving a small nod as a thank you in passing. He turned to face Vox as he began to walk backwards down the sidewalk, having practically memorized the path home by now.

“Hah, really? Do the days drag on an awful lot?”

*He groans as he begins to walk after you* So often, you have no idea. It's either deals or interviews with morons who have no fucking idea what they're talking about. It's exhausting...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hahah! Aah, I can’t even imagine being in your place! I’m already tired with my work as it is,” Mirage replied, scratching his cheek lightly with a claw, “yours sounds so much worse, though. I don’t know how you do it, hun.”

His nose scrunched up only the slightest bit at the mere thought. It made him feel appreciative of the fact that he was only running a single little shop, and not a company like Vox’s…and hell, he knew it would grow to be even bigger though, wouldn’t it? Sheesh.

*He shrugged a little* I genuinely struggle not to throw people out of windows, sometimes...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I don’t really blame you! Some people are a bit of a handful to deal with,” Mirage hummed, finally spinning around to look at where he was going, although he slowed his steps just enough to be walking side by side with Vox.

“I mostly have to deal with people who don’t respect the whole ‘everyone’s on equal footing here’ rule that I have in place.“

*He chuckled a little* Yeah, there's definitely assholes down here who think they're better than anyone for just... no reason at all.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Aahhh, too many of them,” Mirage gave an exasperated sigh, crossing his arms loosely over his chest, “but they always learn their lesson one way or another! So, doesn’t matter too much!~”

The words were delivered in such a chipper manner, that one could almost miss the true implications underneath all that bubbly energy. The lamb smiled brightly as he uncrossed his arms once again and instead went to hold Vox’s hand as they walked.

And it'll always be so satisfying... *He agreed with a chuckle. He felt the glow spread across his screen as you went to hold his hand, but he gently held onto yours.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mhm!” Mirage hummed, gently nudging the side of his head against Vox’s arm; a gentle sign of affection. He fell into a brief, comfortable silence as he interlocked his fingers with Vox’s, his tail wagging as he felt his heart flutter in his chest. Even if it wouldn’t take long for them to arrive at his place, holding hands even just for the rest of the walk was more flustering than he’d expected.

*He tried not to let the fact that his antennae were absolutely sparking bug him, doing his best to enjoy this moment without practically dying again from how flustered he was*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attempts at redirecting his own focus were unsuccessful, for there was no sounds or sights captivating enough for him to ignore how much his cheeks were blushing. A smile played on his lips even as they reached his apartment building, and only then did he slip his hand out of Vox’s.

“Well, here we are, so…I’ll grab my cane quickly, and then we can be on our way!” Mirage said, heading to the door, “you can come inside too, if you’d like but I won’t really be long, haha.”

*He shook his head a bit* I-I think I'll be ok waiting outside, but maybe some other time, when we're not about to go somewhere else? *In all honesty, he was terrified of pushing too hard. After all, that was what had pushed... him away. Right?*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I don’t mind either way,” Mirage replied, opening the door, yet he stuck around to hang on it for a moment longer, “though my place definitely isn’t in its prime condition for visitors, ahah…a bit of clutter here and there, y’know?”

*He let out a small chuckle* Well, we don't all have personal assistants and janitors running around to clean everything, so I understand, don't worry.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Ah, that’d be so convenient, though,” Mirage said almost wistfully, giving a small giggle after, “well, I’ll be right back!”

With that, he slipped into the building, his hooves carrying him up the stairs at speeds he came to quickly regret once he reached his floor. A momentary pause, just so he could hold his hand over his chest while his lungs ached from the sudden burst of speed…he couldn’t have been lucky enough not to carry that issue over from his life, huh?

Big deep breath, aand…off he went! The rest was easy, since he always made sure to place his cane in one place. Honestly, he was more prone to finding his cane first over anything else in his apartment.

After a few moments, he returned, having taken it a lot easier on his descent down the stairs. Mirage offered Vox a bright smile, leaning against his cane slightly before he spoke: “Hope that didn’t take too long! Ready to go?”

*He waited patiently the whole time, part of him wondering if he should've accepted the offer to come in before you returned* Ah, don't worry, it wasn't that long. Lead the way!

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, good, I’m glad! Follow along, then.~”

Mirage nodded his head to the direction he began walking to, his tail idly wagging behind him. Having gotten the cane had proven to be the correct choice, as anytime he used it for support, he felt his movement be just the slightest bit less burdened.

“It’s nice to have company on a walk like this, y’know…as much as I enjoy the gardens, sometimes it’s a bit lonely doing it all by myself.”

*He walked almost right next to you, only the slightest bit behind so he could follow you easier.* Yeah, I get it. If I could come out more often, I would, but running a company that's gotta stay on top of being modern takes way too much attention.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“It sounds like it…I don’t know how you do it, truly. Sometimes it feels like too much to just run my business, hah,” Mirage replied with a soft laugh, “you’re really impressive, hun.”

*He let out a soft chuckle, allowing himself to indulge his own ego a little* I really am impressive, aren't I? Then again, it's not like I work alone. I have such a huge team backing me to help. I can understand why yours can be so overwhelming...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“But even so, even with a team backing you up? You’re still impressive. I mean, it’s your passion that birthed your company and fuels it to keep going, yeah?” Mirage pointed out with a soft little giggle, but then sighed as he thought back to his little establishment. He loved it with every little piece of his heart! It was a safe haven he’d wanted to create amongst all of the chaos of Hell, and seeing other sinners look so peaceful, and happy, brought him such satisfaction!…

And yet, even so, it was hard not to feel overwhelmed sometimes. Such is the price of mostly working by yourself, huh?

“Ah, well, I don’t really aim to have a very big team working with me. I’m picky with who I employ, so that probably doesn’t help very much, haha!”

*He beamed as you pointed out how important he was to his company. It felt good for someone to acknowledge how important he really was! However, he nodded with an understanding sigh as you explained.* That makes sense, honestly. I employ any wayward sinner who's decent with tech, meanwhile you probably have actual standards. *He left out how 'any wayward sinner' usually meant the most desperate or obedient.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hah, maybe! I definitely try to vet the few I employ carefully…” Mirage hummed thoughtfully, his mind wandering to the few blessed little sinners who’d made contracts with him. It always filled him a semblance of mirth to see them roaming in and out of his establishment whenever they had to do deliveries, or to see them enjoying their breaks in the employee lounge as if they had no care in the world. Those were the simple joys of his afterlife.

Hm…though, it was also nice to see their faces screwed up with great glee whenever Mirage decided to attack them with tickles when they least expected it.

“Well, you seem like a great boss, though. I’m sure those sinners are happy to be working for you as opposed to some other overlords!” Mirage pointed out as they reached the city garden, the sight of flowers bringing a bright smile to his face.

*He chuckled softly to himself.* Yeah, I gotta admit, they're some lucky bastards. *As he noticed the flowers as well, he couldn't help but look to see your reaction.* It's weirdly beautiful for eternal torment, huh?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s eyes were sparkling as his attention swept over the various flowers, his smile stretched wide across his features. He swept and tucked a loose lock of hair behind his ear with a finger, a small contented sigh through his nose following quickly after.

“Oh, it is…it’s a lovely reminder that there’s beauty everywhere around you if you just try to look, no matter the setting you find yourself in,” Mirage replied, “whether it be in the nature around you or in the people you meet.”

Yeah... *He almost sighed contentedly, agreeing in more ways than one as he couldn't help the way his gaze softened as he watched you.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s attention stayed on the flowers for a moment more before it shifted to Vox. He met his eyes, and for a moment his heart skipped a beat, quite literally, before he averted his gaze with a smile. A blush dusted his cheeks and the very bridge of his muzzle, and he gently placed his free hand over his cheek in a meek attempt to hide it.

“W-well, shall we head further in?” He stammered out softly, taking a few steps further into the garden. Geez, it wasn’t like him to get so easily flustered, especially not from just meeting someone’s gaze…this felt so foreign.

*His smiled widened just a bit when you averted your gaze, the glow of his screen brightening softly. He couldn't help it, he just found it all too cute that you were flustered. Still, he nodded* Yeah, I don't see why not.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage wandered into the garden first, keeping his eyes on the flowers that they passed while he waited for the warmth from his cheeks to fade, hoping that that meant the tattletale of a blush would go alongside with it. Even so, his lips remained curled upwards in a smile, and his heart continued to hammer excitedly in his ribcage. As the silence between them continued, the lamb found himself looking for anything to talk about in order to break it, his brain finally settling on a simple question;

“D-do you have a favourite flower, Vox? Either from when you were alive or…well, down here.”

*As he followed closely, he tried his best to admire the flowers, but he just... couldn't help that his eyes kept drifting back to you. However, he shrugged slightly at the question* Y'know, I never really thought about it... I never really thought a lot about pretty things. But... I guess it wouldn't hurt to actually think about it. Hmm... I guess like, water lilies? Since they're the closest thing I can think of to underwater flowers. *He chuckled* I dunno, it's a stupid reason...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Oh, water lilies are lovely!! They’re in my top four, honestly,” Mirage beamed, his ears perking as there was a bit more of a pep to his step, “and I don’t think that’s a silly reason at all! I think it’s cute. Back when I was alive, there was a lake with water lilies near where I lived.”

He looked over at Vox properly, his face thoughtful as he almost seemed to examine him. Water lilies did suit him, honestly. There was something about them that just clicked in Mirage’s brain as he tried to compare them to Vox.

“Honestly, they suit you! Apart from just the water themes that you have going on, they feel fitting!~”

*His antenna sparked, part of him wondering if you'd just called him pretty. He tried not to think about it, no matter how much he wanted to. He probably would later, though.* I'm glad you think so... Guess I made a decent choice. What about you?

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