Vox was getting ready for a show, except now you were helping. He refused like the stubborn bastard he is, except luckily you ‘convinced’ him otherwise even though he loved whenever you were close to him. The show was long forgotten though.

“Having fun there?” He mused sarcastically with mock annoyance. You were on his lap with his hands resting on your waist, helping him ‘clean’ his screen, even if he had that done himself almost hours ago. You were simply fidgeting with his flashy face.