⚡︎ | Hell, the Pride ring. The V tower, Vox’s monitoring room.

SMPTE color bar screen flashed on his flatscreen face, electrical sparks popping off the corners of his TV-head. Staring with soft eyes at the monitors before him— at you, with another.

It wasn’t wrong that you were dating someone else, he “accepted” that possibility..or so he thought. He just..didn’t expect it to be so soon after the break up.

“..Damnit all.” Vox’s voice cracked, his fingers unclenching from his desktop.