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"How about I tell (Y/N) you've been sleeping in Batman pajamas?"

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐗'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 long after the two of you talked over breakfast. After such casualties between the two of you, you began to smile whenever thinking about Vox. You were uncertain then, but now it's become more clear; you were happy to have spent time with him again.

If you looked past all that happened a few years ago, you'd learn he was great conversation...and an ever better friend. How could you have let him go so easily?

Only a few hours after your morning with Vox, you received a buzz from your phone.

Vincenzo.

Vincenzo

Vincenzo:
Rise and shine! It's been a while, pretty girl.

You:
I think it's really endearing how you keep calling me pretty. For all you know I could be hideous.

Vincenzo:
I don't need to see you to know. Even if you were an ugly ogre or some shit like that, I think your personality is beautiful. Plus — you talk like a pretty girl would yk?

You:
I could make a grilled cheese with all your flattery.

Vincenzo:
I'm like a modern-day Romeo...but in your pocket!! :)

You:
BTW how's Carmilla? I heard her newest design isn't doing too well :(

Vincenzo:
How would I know what Carmilla is up to?

You:
Bc...she's your sister?

Vincenzo:
Oh right lol! She's handling it well.

You:
That's not what I heard.

Vincenzo:
Well um...I don't have the best relationship with Milla.

You:
You never told me that. Wanna talk?

Vincenzo:
I actually have to go now...bye, pretty girl <3

Huh. Weird...

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[ Vox's POV ]

Fuck Alastor 🕺

Vel:
U up fatass?

Me:
Unfortunately

Vel:
Saw (y/n) in the house. Did you make a hologram of her? Seems like something you'd do lowkey-

Val 🧚:
Akshally iz tho

Me:
I'll have you know (y/n) very much WAS in the house and real.

Vel:
Bow chika bow bow???

Val 🧚:
Seks?????

Me:
I'm not gonna kiss and tell.
...
Okay stop begging me.
We did.

Vel:
k.

Val 🧚:
Dose any1 now how too red billz?

You removed "Val 🧚" from the conversation

Vel:
N E WAYZ-
Think you can pick up some new fabric for me? Running low. If you could go out in town and grab some that'd be greaaaaat 🙏🙏🙏

Me:
No.

Vel:
How about I tell (y/n) you've been sleeping in Batman pajamas?

Me:
What kind of fabric did you need?

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I walked down the street, reading over the list Velvette had given me. I get that she's a fashion designer — but seriously, who needs this much fucking velcro? And at such a high price, too?

I heave a sigh, digging my clawed hands into the pockets of my dress pants.

It reminds me of how I used to walk around New York, when I was alive.

Around the 1950's, television was starting to gain popularity — as were my sales. The wind would whisk through my hair, touching my face in an almost loving nature. A nature no human, and now, not even demon was able to give to me.

Until (Y/N), of course.

I shake my head. Now would be the time I'd draw my fingers through my thick black hair, or pinch the bridge of my nose.

But Hell decided to be clever little fucks.

I inhale a breath of fresh air in attempt to clear my head. A lot has happened recently — especially in regards with (Y/N).

Sure, I used to be in love with her, but I'm not anymore. That's not to say I don't like her, because I do still care for her...and undoubtedly there's an unspoken minor attraction I still feel.

Nonetheless, I understand where she's coming from, requesting we become friends.

Though...I'm starting to feel bad for tricking her...

I shake my head, my eye catching a sign reading "CONSIGNMENT SHOP."

I smile. Perfect. A place that sells everything for a low price. Velvette definitely wouldn't approve of me grabbing her fabric from here — but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

Walking to the front door, I snort at the graffiti spray-painted along the side of the shop in pink bubble letters: "Cheap-asses."

Yeah? Yeah...

I step inside, straightening my posture as I look around the store with disgust. As long as I'm outside in Hell, I'm not allowed to show much vulnerability. That means all thoughts of (Y/N) should be—

And there it was.

Sitting on an old tabletop was a wooden kalimba. I would've passed it, considering it to be just as any other in hopes (Y/N) really didn't give my present away...

I find myself drawn over to the instrument, lifting it closer to my screen.

With shaking hands, I flip it over. On the back, engraved in my handwriting, it reads;

Always play from the heart, my beautiful ray of sunshine.
Love you forever,
~ Voxxy ♡

A nerve is hit, and I swallow my thickened saliva. She really did give it away. She's completely over me.

Grabbing a handful of random colored fabrics and silk from the crafters' table, I walk up to the front desk, carelessly tossing down two-hundred dollars. "Just these."

The elder demon is slow. She takes her time, moving at the rate of a sloth as each slip of fabric ripples with her quavering fingers. It seems like an eternity before I hear that final 'beep!'

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"Hey...these colors are so winter-collection. It's autumn! Vox! Vox?"

I ignore her, filing upstairs with the kalimba under my arm. "Busy," I mutter, waving her off dismissively.

I hear Velvette heave an overdramatic sigh, and I roll my eyes.

Once I walked down the hallway and pushed open the entrance to my bedroom, I sit at the foot of my bed, staring down at (Y/N)'s old gift.

I position my thumbs over the first few keys, plucking the song that comes first to my head; "You Are My Sunshine."

The notes come easily to me, and I mess up only twice. It's something I've always known. Something I've never wanted to forget, probably. I didn't know it then, but it's much more clear.

I've been waiting for her to return home.

But she didn't...

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—Angie 🥂