⚡︎ | Hell, Pride ring. The V tower; your office.

“Happy birthday!“ Vox said, a cyan grin on his screen, as he greeted you into your office. He tipped down the box that was held in his hands, revealing inside..a frosted, rectangle shaped cake.

He ended up tilting it down..too much, causing the cake inside to slide down in the box, the weight causing it slip out of his hands. “Shit!—“ Squeaked Vox, with scurrying movements, he knelt down to try to pick up the box. Maybe..he can salvage it?