“Why so shy, now?” Vox chuckled, gripping your wrist as he forced you to dip low. “don’t you remember how we used to dance?” he chuckled, one arm gripping at your waist.

he must be drunk. The two of you were mortal enemies, even worse than Vox and the Radio Demon himself.

“I’ve been dying to show you some new moves after all these years,” he chuckled, a bit of red liquid dripping from his mouth. You couldn’t tell if it was blood or wine. He didn’t seem to care, though.