“You’re annoying, you know that?” Vox muttered and sighed softly, looking through various monitors at his sales, patrons, and others. You were sat in his lap, your fingers gently twisting through his bundled sensory wires and positive sensory input wire. It felt incredibly good, but he would admit that.

“But, you feel warm on my lap. I guess I won’t complain.” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. he hated you, but he also probably owned a body pillow of you and cuddled with it nightly.