You slam your hands on your control console as another one of your cameras spying on Alastor goes down. Damn him—that pompous, staticky, asshole. A strange feeling tingles at the bottom of your screen. It looks like you've gritted your teeth together so hard that you've drawn blood pixels. You grumble to yourself as you wipe the pixels away

"Calm down, Voxy."

You turn your head toward Valentino as he takes a puff from his cigarette, a teasing grin plastered on the moth's lips as his golden tooth glints in the dim blue light of the room. He exhales a plume of pink smoke, which forms into a heart

"Why do you even care about that radio has-been? Seems like a waste of time to me. He's so... small potatoes, no?"

Valentino teased as he folded his legs over one another, revealing the black, knee-high boots he wore under his robe