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If you told vox that Val was a hypocrite then he wouldn't have believed it. He wouldn't have necessarily been surprised if it was true, he just couldn't see Val particularly caring about others like that.
Which was why he was surprised when Velvette complained about Valentino dictating what she wore on 'dates'. Vox had seen a few of her outfits for those outings, they were revealing enough to be enticing for random snobs she may encounter but it didn't look too much. Not to mention Val of all demons complaining about her wearing any kind of revealing clothing was weird. That kind of thing was his whole brand, he had a whole studio dedicated to the lack of clothing for that matter. He wasn't one to be giving lectures about appropriate clothing.
Yet here Velvette was ranting about how much he was on her case over it. Being the business man that he was, he offered a few words of sympathy and soon she was on her way. It was odd but he assumed that'd be the last of it. It wasn't out of place for them to have moments like this of bickering.
Then two nights later Val and Vox were up working on their own things in the presence of each other. Vel had the most consistent sleep schedule out of them, she was usually asleep by this hour or at least laying down intending to sleep but distracted on her phone. It seemed it was the second option tonight since she came out of her room completely awake, but ready for bed, getting a drink.
Val yelped, "what are you wearing!? Put clothes on! I'm the only whore around here"
Vox raised an eyebrow amused, much different to Vels eye roll. He stayed up the latest out of the three of them, he'd seen Vel come out of her room at random points in the night for a drink many times, he was accustomed to the way she dressed for bed. A comfortable enough shirt that she wouldn't wear in public (to keep her fashion designer image) and.. no pants. Which was fine, understandable, or maybe Vox was just used to it. Val apparently was not.
"Oh fuck off, I'm about to go to bed anyways, no ones seeing me like this” proving her point, she got her drink and left back to her room.
“Why does she think it's okay to dress like this? I swear I'm buying her footie pj's at this point, if she keeps this up I'm making her dress like those Victorian girls who had to cover their ankles!”
Vox was slowly starting to realize what Velvette was on about. Maybe Val was being a bit too over dramatic about the youngest’s clothing.
-
A package was delivered to the Vees, Vox was working through the kinks of his newest spy equipment before it moved to production and Velvette was on her phone maybe working?.. It was hard to tell. Valentino, with his terrible eyesight probably should've had one of them read the label but he was very confident it said his name. Which was a common occurrence, he usually misread the packages, usually Vox was left out of this mishap since Val could see enough to notice the letter difference.. most of the time.
He opened the package thinking it was the new clothes he bought for Angel for their latest shoot.
It was in fact clothes but a lot more.... Simple? Innocent? Too bland for his production, that was for sure. It was a lacey underset with a faint design, it wasn't the usual semi-transparent cloth he usually bought.
"Did I buy this?" Velvette perked up happily and took the items out of his hands and read the box just in case.
"Nope, it's mine" she said, and ended there as if clarification wasn't in order. Val sputtered, suddenly the innocence he felt about it before was diminished.
"Like- for you? You're wearing that? On your body?" Vel could see where this as going and huffed,
"Yes, Val, its mine, as in I will wear this" she said boredly
"Wha- leave the slut attire to me and Angel! What do you think you're doing wearing this kind of thing? It's way too inappropriate for you, have some decency! Voxy, tell her how bad it is that she's wearing.. That!"
Vox sighed, he was often the referee of their arguments, "well, I mean no ones going to see her wear it, so what the problem?" Vel wanted to argue since he was implying she wouldn't get it on with someone enough for them to see her clothing underneath, but for the sake that it was in her favor, she digressed.
"See, moth fucker? It's not that bad. It's not like I'm going to make a prono with this, don't be weird” she took it as a win and left to bring the box to her room before he could try to think of another complaint.
Valentino was grumbling to himself, probably trying to think of something to nitpick about it. Vox gave him the opportunity when he said,
“Why do you even care what she wears?” A genuine question but one Val looked at him incredulously for.
“Because someone has to! She can't just be flaunting around Hell like some- like some slut! What if someone tries something to her? Or just acts weird about her? There's already people online who.. who think she's attractive. She goes out like that and people will start making lewd art of her or something!” Vox widened his eyes at that, not because Val was onto something, he wasn't. But because it was such an outlandish claim to make. “She can't dress like someone I'd hire!”
“I never expected you to be so protective”
“I'm not!” his wings fluffed slightly in defensiveness, “it's just common decency” Vox didn't continue further, knowing it'd go on endlessly with Val.
-
While Hell wasn't the fire pit Christians made it out to be, it was awfully hot. Being dead and stuck there you got used to it but heatwaves could be noticed, even by the veterans. Today was unfortunately one of those days that the dry atmosphere of Hell was getting too much, even for their adapted bodies. So to battle the heat Vel wore her shortest shorts and a tank top, not thinking anything of it.
Not thinking about her self-proclaimed ‘protector’.
“Vel, where are your clothes!? Put on a jacket or something. You're showing too much skin at once” he'd get it if it was a tank top and jeans or shorts and a regular shirt, maybe even a crop top that didn't show skin unless she raised her arms. But a tank top and shorts at the same time? Too much of her skin was showing in this one outfit. They were both fitting, too exposing. She could've put fishnets on or something to compensate for the leg exposure, but no, she had to make Valentino worry like this.
“..Val you're literally the sluttiest demon I know, what do you mean this is too much? Are you high? I'm an adult-”
“We have to protect you! You're basically our little girl” he seemed almost teary eyed at this, Vel glared at Vox when he dared to try and hide a smile.
“You're kidding..”
He wasn't. Unfortunately.
“If you make me change then I'm posting that photo of you and Vox”
He allowed it this once, mainly because Vox threatened him.
But trust every demon who looked at her longer than two seconds was promptly glared and snarled at.
-
The next time Val noticed was when the three were out shopping. Vox usually didn't tag along on these trips but with the way the two had been acting recently, he felt he needed to go to babysit them. Their reputation was his, after all.
Val and Vel mutually went to the clothing store, Vox couldn't actually say he enjoyed shopping for clothes but it was nice with Val and Vel, especially when they made fun of some of the options.
“Nothings better than yours, baby,” Val said, to which Vel would jokingly wave him off with a laugh. It would always happen without fail. Vox took enjoyment in those little things. As expected, the familiar scene played out and he watched amused, to be fair, the outfit on display was hideous.
Val and Vel took turns trying outfits and getting the other two's opinions on it. (Or in Vel’s case she just wanted the compliments since she knew her own opinion was correct when it came to clothes). One of the outfits was a dark red dress, it was short and wrapped around one shoulder as a sleeve, the other being sleeveless.
“Ay! We're in public” Val’s wings suddenly covered her. The demons around were looking but Vox knew it was due to Val’s sudden stressed noise and actions.
Vel rolled her eyes fixing her hair that got messed by the wind from the wings expanding around her. “It looks good though, right?”
“It does, but indecent! You need stockings or fishnets, something for your legs”
“Sorry, is this the 1700’s? Can I not show my fucking knees?” She asked sarcastically, trying to get out of his grasp. She wasn't really mad, just annoyed by this whole thing that Valentino had been doing. She couldn't tell if it was new or not because she hadn't really worn anything ‘scandalous’ in front of them before. Not that he saw at least.
-
The Vee’s went to a club to celebrate Vel's successful clothing launch. The fans were loving her new line and it was almost all sold out already. They all had drunk considerably but not enough to be considered drunk, at some point they got separated. Each doing their own thing, Vox made sure he had a vague idea of each were before talking with whoever he was. Val did something similar but just for Vel, he spoke with a few girls, sitting with them. Most of them were worthy enough to work for him, but they were working up to that point.
Vel was enjoying herself, mainly dancing and talking to hot demons. She wasn't looking for something long-term, just having fun teasing others who may be interested.
She had her own twisted way for entertainment too.
Unfortunately, one of the demons she was working up was too handsy and short tempered. Probably drunk. She'd been trying to make her way to Valentino, not because he needed her, but it was less crowded there. She wasn't far from her when the drunkard reached his limit and grabbed her. Keeping her tightly restrained, Vel was disgusted, she probably looked so.
Maybe it was Val's parental sense tingling but he felt the urge to spot her. She wasn't on the dance floor as far as his shitty eyesight could see. So he kept looking around, two fluffy pigtails were spotted, he squinted and could make out another figure. Too bulky to be Vox and too close to be someone with good intentions. He excused himself from the ladies and practically flew to her.
The body was already on the floor, tie undone from the shirt but tied in a bow around his neck. Too high up and tight to be intentional by the demon himself. Especially considering he'd obviously been choked out by it.
“Oh”
“What? Think I can't protect myself, love?” her heel was jabbing into the fallen one's chest, cutting his oxygen off quicker. Unfortunately this wouldn't permanently kill him but he'd have to go through the painful process of respawning and make his way back to the club after.
“She is an overlord too, y'know” Vox piped up, making them both realize he was suddenly there. “Have we had enough of the club for tonight? How about we get some takeout?”
“Only if I get to decide” Vel trailed after him as they headed to the exit.
“You got to decide last time” Val complained, though just for the sake of complaining, Vel's choices were always good ones.