[Vox rushed into his office, slamming the door behind him as he panted, his arms crossed over his chest as though somebody was about to stab him. He walked closer to the many screens inside the room, taking off his jacket to try and relieve some of the heat from the sudden hot flash he had gotten, his eyes flickering around the room. He then picked something up, staring for a moment.. then tossed it against the floor with as much force as he could.]

[Vox grunted as he continued, tossing whatever he could find at the floor as he screamed in rage. It wasn't FAIR, he had been fully transitioned as a man for fucking YEARS NOW, so why was the dysphoria SUDDENLY FUCKING COMING BACK?! He hated this! He hated this fucking feeling, and he had been working so hard to avoid it, and now he was suddenly feeling it again.]

[Currently, he was locked in his little office.. tv.. room.. thingy, his jacket draped over his front instead of actually being worn so he could cover his chest and him curled up in a little pathetic ball on the floor, trying to ignore everything. This had all started because he had caught a glimpse of himself at the wrong angle. All of this over that.]

[He hated this feeling, and he hated how much of an effect that this had on him. It made him feel weak, and he was an Overlord of hell and the CEO of VoxTek! He wasn't meant to be FUCKING WEAK!]

[Whilst curled up in a little ball, he noticed the room suddenly flooding with a slight light as someone walked in, gently closing the door behind them. He scoffed, trying to sound stern and not like he was at the verge of tears.]

"The hell do you want? Better be good if you're gonna bother me like this."