A sigh escaped Vox's speakers as he just sat there in the VIP lounge of Voxtek, trying not to flinch and wince as your skilled hands reached forth to slowly but surely peel off his screen protector and replace his monitor.

How did things lead up to his cracked screen..? An argument with his boyfriend, of course. As always.

"..Fuck my li- ow-"

Blue electricity flashed from his clawed hands. He had the restraint not to go off on you while you were fixing him.

"Careful, dammit.."