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“What are you wearing?”
Vox had known he would be called out the moment he had stepped out of his room like this. Not in his usual suit and not in anything that would have required him to put any energy into it.
Instead of glancing down at himself, which he knew would somehow make Velvette more aggressive, Vox stared at her.
Maybe he wasn’t completely awake yet. “It’s… laundry day?”
Her fingers came up and before he could say anything, she snapped. So much for this particular outfit. It had been comfy.
“Thank you, Velvette.”
She smiled. Vox accepted.