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“Oh Tino, you're supposed to text me.” cerise eyes turned to stared at him blankly, drool—clear right now instead of red–dripping down his chin and onto the onesie the moth had the foresight to put on. The same couldn't be said for a diaper based on the wet stain on the sheets Val was sitting in the middle of.
A happy squeak came from the regressed man, lower arms reaching for the media demon while one of his primary hands snaked to his mouth. Almost on auto pilot, Vox had a pacifier summoned and intercepted the fingers by popping the soother in his mouth. “Come on bug, lets get you cleaned up.” Vox gathered the lanky man into his arms, hiding a grimace as wetness seeped into his shirt, and headed to the bathroom.
The lights flickered on as they entered and Vox deposited Val on the counter before turning to the tub to start the water. The moth liked his baths hot, and the small room quickly filled with steam as the water rose. Vox turned back to his partner, who was staring in awe at the light on the ceiling, eyes wide and a small trail of drool stringing from his chin to the wet onesie he still wore. He shook his head, knowing how distracting lights were when the other man was in his adult head space and how it escalated when he regressed.
Not wanting to startle him, Vox dimmed the lights slowly until pink eyes dropped from the light to his screen. "Ready to get washed up baby?" Valentino nodded, making no move to undress, but staying pliant as Vox pulled each of his arms from the sleeves and then up over his head. "Up we go!" He narrated, gathering him in his arms once more and lowering him into the water.
Almost immediately he had to summon a wire to collect the basket of bath toys beneath the sink as Val started slapping at the water, getting Vox just as wet as he currently was. Val settled once the small collection of rubber ducks and boats were bobbing in the water, babbling unintelligibly as he started pushing the toys around.
"You play for a few while I grab your clothes and then we'll get you washed up." He told Val, though he knew the regressed man was paying him no mind, attention firmly on the toys around him. Chuckling to himself, Vox left the bathroom, keeping an eye on the moth through the many cameras as he rummaged through the dresser for a clean onesie and sweats along with a diaper. He tossed the lot onto the edge of the bed, pleased to see the sheets have been changed and started back across the room.
Returning to the bathroom has him walking into a puddle on the floor—he made a mental note to have kitty in here when they were done—and a happy Val who was biting on the bill of one of the ducks while pushing a boat through the water.
"Alright buggy, wash up time." With a grimace, Vox knelt in the puddle, grabbing Val's pouf from its resting spot. Between the piss, the splashing, and the puddle he was next in line for a shower, sending a set of wires to set up the playpen they used when physical eyes couldn't be on Val.
It was quick work to get him washed and Vox found himself hauling a towel wrapped moth back to the bedroom, letting him drop onto the bed and bounce to make him giggle. From there he wrestled wiggly arms and legs into the clothes he'd picked out before he deposited his partner in the playpen.
Small squeaks met his ears as he tried to walk away, stopping him in his tracks. Despite being mostly non-verbal when little, he made his displeasure at being left alone clear. With a sigh, the television popped on in the corner, already playing the dancing fruits that he knew Tino couldn't resist. Within seconds, the moth's eyes were fixated on the screen watching blueberries bounce around, allowing Vox to escape back into the bathroom.
When he exited the bath, wires already assisting in getting him dressed in his favorite shark patterned lounge pants and a v-neck shirt that was both thin and baggy enough for his vents to breath, he made his way to the playpen with averted eyes. He had things to do and those damn bouncing berries often distracted him just as badly as they did Tino.
"Can you walk?" He asked, already knowing the answer that was confirmed by four hands reaching up for him. Smiling despite himself, Vox bent down to allow Tino to wrap his arms around him, supporting him by the bottom as he stood with a grant that betrayed his age.
A glance at his internal clock showed it was already closing in on half past nine as they headed to the kitchen. Too late for Vox to care enough to cook, and getting the little clinging to him to eat was a battle on the best days, so he opted for protein shakes. Dumping one into a bottle, he made his way their living room, maneuvering them into the couch with Tino's head on his lap. Val's normally iffy relationship with food didn't cross over to his little side, the taller man easily latching onto the nipple and suckling with gusto. Vox didn't know how he did it as he opened his own drink and sipped at it • shuddering at the chalky aftertaste.
Once they had finished their dinner and the bottle was replaced by a pacifier, Vox settled Val on the floor with a small pile of toys while he sat on the couch and pulled up a set of digital screens to work on. As an after thought he flipped the television on one of the few children's channels, the room filling with the sound of hell's version of Mr. Rogers. With Tino entertained, he easily fell into the routine of reading through contracts, editing them in his favor before sending them off.
It was nearing eleven when he noticed the noise of the toddler toys had faded, looking up from the screen to find the little sleeping on the floor slumped on his stomach with his bottom in the air, a faint pink puddle of drool forming beneath his face. Chuckling quietly he sent his wires to pick the moth up and brought him to the couch and arranging him to lay against him. One hand moved to stroke through Val's ruff as he returned his attention to the screens. He had two more contracts left and then they'd head to bed.
"He's gonna be pissed if you let him sleep on the couch all night." Vox startled at Velvette's voice, screen blinking from existence as he lost his concentration.
"Where about to go to bed, its only— " he cut off, realizing how late it was.
"Two am?" Velvette supplied helpfully, earning a glare from the Vox. He'd honestly lost track of time, but now that he was aware of it, he could feel the exhaustion sneaking up on him.
"I better get us to an actual bed." He muttered with a sigh, standing with a groan and cracking knees.
"Same babes. Can't wait to tell Val all about the clubbing he missed!" With the giggled words that hung like a threat, the youngest of their trio skipped off for her own room, leaving him to scoop Val from the couch.
Val was always so upset when he missed clubbing due to needing little time, and Velvette loved to rub it in. Honestly the fact that the girl wasn't a little still shocked him with how bratty she could be. Carrying his partner to their room, he laid him under the covers of the bed and slid next to him. In the morning the pimp would likely be big again, ready to argue with Velvette over whether he'd missed anything important; but for now the man shuffled closer to him in his sleep to cuddle against him, Vox wrapping an arm around him as he closed his eyes.