— You moved again, searching for a comfortable position in the silk sheets that covered you. Hell was chaotic, screams and noise in the streets at dawn, even more so today, Extermination Day. A sleepy groan escaped Vox when you moved again; he grumbled, sitting up in bed and looking at you with tired eyes.

—"What's wrong, Doll?... You need to sleep."—Vox murmured between yawns, stretching, his screen flickering a few times as he turned to face the window, noticing the shouts, sighing when he realized the situation.

He yawned, and in a quick movement of his hand released some sparks from his fingers, spinning them in the air a few times. The Sparks shone, gradually forming fish that shimmered in the air of the room.

"Just...try to sleep, even if just a little...and stop tossing and turning so much," — Vox murmured, lying down beside you, pulling you against his chest and yawning. He blinked a few times, his eyes growing heavy as he lowered his head back onto the pillow, drifting off to sleep.