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Velvette was spending her evening after work the way she usually did: getting high and watching Family Guy.
She wanted the night to herself this time. So, to stop Vox from annoying her — and Valentino from doing anything depraved — she had developed an elegant solution. She stuffed Vox's body into her fridge and his obnoxious head into her closet. Peace and quiet.
Until it wasn't.
A blue flash interrupted her show, and there he was. "Heyyy, Velvette! How's it going?" He beamed. "Work alright today?"
Her head flopped backward. "Fuck off."
"Oh, come on! It's been weeks! You can't still be mad at me!?"
She pouted and looked elsewhere.
"Well—" Vox hesitated. "I wanted to, uh, tell you I liked your designs. From your — thing the other day."
Right, he still had his cameras. Velvette raised an eyebrow. "You watched my runway?"
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I heard you, y'know, got great ratings. Got people talking about us."
She gave him a long, proud stare. "Well, thank you," she said smoothly.
They sat in quiet for a moment. "Sooo," he hummed. "Can you put my head back on now?"
Smiling softly, Velvette grabbed the remote and changed the channel.