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Beach days meant different things to Vox, Val and Vel. Beach days, of course, referring to the small beach inside the tower at the top of the shark tank.
For Vox, a beach day meant spending as long as possible in the water. Swimming, playing fetch with Shok.wav and giving belly scratches to all his sharks was the most fun he could have at the faux beach.
For Velvette, a beach day meant laying out in the artificial sun inside the indoor beach. She absolutely detested the cold, and the water would be too cold for sure, so she soaks up the sun like a cat. A beach day also means cute bikinis she would snap a billion photos of to make her followers jealous that she was beautiful, famous, rich and had a private beach.
And finally for Val a beach day meant time to relax. It was easier for Val to relax when his partners were relaxed, which was rare. Seeing Vox having fun out of his office and Velvette sipping a frozen margarita with her sunglasses on relaxed Val like nothing else. Beach days meant no turf wars, no meetings, no stock prices, just sun, sand and the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore.
Sure he laid out in the sun and took pictures with Velvette, but what Valentino liked doing the most on a beach day was drawing.
He's not a water fan, it weighs down his wings and makes it hard to move, and they are a bitch to wash and dry properly, so if he touches the water it's only up to his calves, his wings pooled in his arms.
So instead of swimming Val lays out on his lounge chair and does what calms him the most- drawing.
Sometimes he doodles small shapes or little cartoons. Sometimes he practices shading, tries out different techniques. He's even set up his watercolors here once.
But today he draws Vox.
Vox is one of his favorite subjects to draw. Sure, Vox is easy to draw with all those sharp angles, but Val would argue that he loves drawing Vox because he's always taken aback by how emotive Vox is. In a place where feelings are seen as a weakness, Vox's screen shows his emotions so easily around Val and Velvette. Val knows it's not done knowingly, or maybe that Vox thinks he does a good job of hiding what he's feeling, but Val loves every little way Vox's face moves to give away his thoughts.
Like right now Vox has the biggest fucking smile on his face while he plays fetch with Shok.wav.
Val's pencil sketches in thin lines what he thinks Vox would look like as a shark. Afterall, Vox loves them so much and a part of Val thinks Vox wishes he presented as more of a shark demon and less of a flat screen when he fell.
Val adds lightning bolt shapes for gills. Yeah that looks pretty cool.
He draws perfect shark teeth, similar to Vox's teeth now, but he adds another row, because he thinks Vox mentioned that sharks have multiple rows of teeth.
He makes a cut out of a V in Shark Vox's tail to match Shok.wav’s.
He gives one eye the swirling patterns of Vox's hypnosis and then draws the bioluminescent patterns that adorn all of Vox's sharks. He throws some more craggy lightning styles in too.
“Whatcha working on?”
Val startles and looks up to see a dripping Vox, who is wrapping a towel around his waist and moving to see Val's sketchbook.
“Is that me?” He teases, but Val can also see the slight look of awe on Vox's face, can hear the fondness in his tone.
Val draws a little hat on top of Shark Vox.
“You’d be the biggest and baddest shark, wouldn't you Voxxy?”
Vox rolls his eyes, but leans in to press a kiss to Val's cheek, dripping water onto Val's fluff.
“Ay! Watch it papi, you know how long it takes me to get this ruff perfect,” Val says, combing a hand through the hearts on his white fluff.
“Yeah, yeah,” Vox says, hand coming down to give Val’s nipple a little flick.
Val gasps but Vox is already taking off towards the water again.
“You can't just do that and not fuck my brains out!” Val screeches, closing his sketchbook and running into the water after Vox.
Velvette rolls her eyes, but turns her video on to record her stupid Voys splashing each other and being general dumbasses.
Beach days are the best kind of days.