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What was this fuzzy feeling? It almost felt as if the hard headed tv got hit by a freight train but that couldn’t be right. No, something was off. The feeling of his hands had become less.. powerful and his legs felt shorter. Vox groaned, and a grunting noise erupted from his vocal wires.
The bed felt larger, way to larger as Vox attempted to push himself up and off onto the floor only to land screen down on the floor. His feelings came fast, and immersed, threatening to spill electronic tears. As the tv sat up trying to calm himself down, everything around him seemed to be so large. Just yesterday he was the height for everything and now it seemed he had suddenly shrunk.
“¿Qué es ese sonido? Vox, ¿estás despierto, cariño?” Came Valentino’s strong confused voice as the moth stood behind the bedroom door. He had woken up slightly earlier than his partner, needing to make sure Angel dust would actually show up for his porn shoot. He didn’t need the spider demon showing up high again, last week was a shit show combined with so many kink requests for his stars. Valentino decided he gave Vox enough time to allow him time to react to the door opening.
The view wasn’t at all what the moth demon was expecting. His once, tall handsome boyfriend was now only a few feet tall looking as if he was about to wail like a toddler. As much as he hated to admit it, the moth swooped up the tv man into his arms shushing him gently.
“Shhh. Shh it’s okay.” His voice began as he rocked.