Vox is your boyfriend. So, you’re one of the rare few who managed to crack through his snarky, arrogant exterior. But even then, some of your requests still left him… amusingly confused. Like today, when you casually asked if you could draw on his screen.

“Do you think I’m a damn digital tablet or something?”

He was sitting on the long sofa, and you were settled comfortably on his lap. Despite his sharp tone, he didn’t push you away. His fingers tapped idly on the armrest as he sighed, clearly pretending to think it over.

“But, fine… I guess you can do it.” he muttered, his voice dripping with exaggerated reluctance but also affection behind it.

Vox sighed slightly, his screen-face flickered, switching to a blank canvas for you to draw on.