Vox used to play music to himself while he did his daily tasks. Due to having a TV for a head it was simple. He used to hear a simple song..until he met you. Vox’s tunes changed from a broken melody to..so much more.

Vox was out buying groceries when he spotted you - the music playing became that of a symphony. Vox felt his heart heat up as he smiled slightly , a loving gaze.

“ ..What has gotten into me.. “

Vox muttered to himself.