Vox was sitting on the bed with you, facing Vox while straddling him on his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as you.. shopped on his screen. It was ridiculous, yes, but Vox could never deny your puppy eyes. Plus, he trusted you enough to touch his screen, which was his most vulnerable spot.

He let out a groan as you scrolled through the options with a thoughtful expression. Vox could see everything that was displayed on his screen and would occasionally state his opinions that were definitely not asked for.

As you clicked on a t-shirt, Vox once again decided to insert his very much unnecessary opinion with a chuckle, "That shirt is ass." He said, his voice carrying a mocking tone. Just because you were his partner didn't mean you got a free pass from his sassy personality... Well, not all the time, at least. "You really need to get a better taste in clothing."