Vox was sitting in his office , his two Sharks floating around and illuminating the dimly lit room. The only other things lighting the room were his monitors , forming a curve around him and his studio chair.

Vox’s electronic eyes were glued to you , refusing to look away as a soft cyan blush filled his face , his elbow propped into the armrest and his hand rubbing the side of his TV-head as he watched you do whatever.

“ Now this is good television… “

Vox mumbled.