He's still a little conflicted about this. Vox made a deal with the guy he wants to tear limb from limb (or from inside, the jury's still out about that part as far as Val's concerned sometimes)... to protect him. Honestly, he doesn't really know what to say. Of course, he's sure it's all business. All for the Brand and their image. But still. That's... probably the furthest anyone's ever gone from him.
"That shitshow could've gone worse. After she set the studio on fucking fire, I'd say she owes us just as bad for the whole 'offering her a role'... offense." Valentino released his hold, just letting his fingers linger. A deal. One that apparently got him hurt in the process.
"So... what now? You need me doing charity work with you or is that just going to be a you thing?"
SIGH. "Nooo, I imagine the Princess doesn't want you anywhere near Angel while she works on her pointless project. You and Velvette can hold down the fort for my 'work hours' with the Hotel, right?"
Guh. Stupid arm was making a mess. Vox finally gave up and shimmied off his jacket. "Got a towel that doesn't have cum on it yet?"
Cue an eyeroll but he's feeling compliant today, just going to go get his papi a clean towel.
"The Tower will still be standing whatever time you get back from rehab, mi amor." he's quick to follow that up as he hands the towel over. But he does consider something after a moment's thought since he can't look away.
"...do you need that wrapped up?"
You can't blame him for not really asking because... what is weird biology here after all? But damn it looks serious.
"Yeah, you've got hands to spare, just so it stops making a mess everywhere until it regenerates. Fucker got mad I was grabbing his chest wound to piss him off," Vox griped, rolling up his bloodied sleeve. It was mostly punctured and torn, but at least the bone wasn't completely broken. Hurt like an absolute motherfucker, though.
"Wanted Alastor to remember and realize that I could have killed him," Vox growled - and only didn't because he needed to look out for Valentino. Priorities.
"Then why the fuck did you grab his chest wound--" he starts but gets cut off. At that point, he figures it's a good enough explanation. Besides... Vox could have killed him but didn't? Way to get that weird heartburn in his chest going again.
"Sit your ass down. I'll get you patched up." there's a sigh as he starts, heading over to where they stash the first aid kits. Those mostly go unused save for when someone draws a little too much blood during an intense scene. The last thing they want is people bleeding out on set and passing out. Waste of an afternoon.
He comes back after a moment with said kit in hand.
"So... that's it? Rehab at the hotel? What's VoxTek getting in return apart from... y'know... that. Or... is that it?"
"That's it," Vox answered flatly as he sat and waited to get some of Valentino's rare helpfulness. Maybe he did understand how big of a Deal this all was. "I'm not going to be one of the little 'redemption' idiots, just helping run it I guess."
With Val back with the kit, Vox pulled the towel off and draped it over his knee, keeping any more blood from getting on the floor. "I can already imagine it's going to give me a fucking headache with all the puppies and rainbows the princess is gonna prattle on about."
He understands, at least. He understood that this was a massive deal, that Vox stuck his neck out for him. Him. The least he could do was to wrap him up. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he took Vox's hand in his lower ones, the upper hands busy with the gauze and...
He hesitated a moment, looking at the wound. Yeah. That looked bad. Just another piece of physical proof of how serious this situation all was.
Damn.
He hesitated before he brought that hand to his lips, kissing at the point of entry of that wound, leaving just the slightest amount of of spittle to cause a light numbing sensation.
"You? Doing that glitters and sunshine rehabilitation bullshit? Can't imagine it. So it's just... running the place?" At least he seems amused while he's starting to slowly bandage the other sinner's arm.
"Till Alastor gives up working there," Vox exhaled, just shy of a moan, at the saliva there to soothe the pain. And, maybe, there was a little flutter in his chest over the gesture - Val had such a way of being smooth, often completely unintentionally. Not that he'd say anything, give Val an inch and he'll take a mile.
"Or until I can figure out how to wrap the Princess around my finger and cut him out as the middleman. Heh. Maybe I can figure out some ways to make him regret dragging me into this dumb bullshit."
It helps to have your own on hand antiseptic sometimes... an antiseptic that doubled as a anasthetic too depending on the dosage. And it's also his show of devotion. Maybe an apology. A thank you? It's not really clear, not to him at least but then he's been a man of action, not of words.
Always better with showing, not telling. Words were hard and messy and dangerous sometimes. This. He knew this at least.
"Sounds like you got your work cut out for you, cariño." he's finally letting go after letting his touch linger a moment more, the bandages light and secure. It'll probably stop any bleeding long enough for the wound to start to regenerate.
"There's the silver lining though, no? Get the little princesa to look our way, ditch the radio demon, get out of there. You've got charm for fucking days. I'm sure she'll be putty in your... wonderful hands."
"Get some complimentary Voxtek security upgrades at that little Hotel, nice and generous, maybe worm our way in... Hah. Follow my lead and play ball and I think I can make this work without Alastor's bullshit Deal."
Flexing his injured arm to make sure the bandages were nice and secure (of course they were, Val's hands were nimble), Vox smirked. "It'll take some work to get her to forget about you smacking around Angel, but hey, I think I can pull it off. I'll get this handled for you," Vox pinched Valentino's cheek playfully.
And honestly, if Valentino couldn't trust anyone in this world but Vox, who could he trust? So he takes that cheek pinch like an adult. The pout he has only lasts for a second before his usual cocksure smirk comes back.
"You know how to take care of me, don't you, papi...?" There's a purr that underlines his tone. "You'll be out of that shitty Deal in no time... and while you're doing that, I promise not to make things even harder for you."
"Handle things as well as you handled the studio fire and I'll make it happen," Vox hummed back, combing his claws through that soft fluff around Val's neck. He'd wanted to wring that neck a few minutes ago, but the anger had passed. Val wasn't throwing a fit.
"I'll send you pictures and videos of the hilarious cringy shit that goes on there. Give you a little chuckle during your lunch break."
And as far as he was concerned, he handled that fire like a fucking champ. No one died and Angel walked away with all his furry limbs in tact to show for it: an absolute win considering how much it cut through the work day. Overtime. Overtime for everyone - including himself.
"I'll be sure to share the spoils with Velvette. She'll get a kick out of the cringe, I'm sure." he chuckled, his purring growing deeper as he leaned into the petting.
"Should I wait up tonight, mi amor...? Give you a nice reward for your hard work today?"
"You've been so good at listening and so understanding, you deserve a reward too. Skip any overtime and I'll take you out to dinner before we call it a night together," Vox chuckled back. He's sure that Val had the pick of the litter when it came to sex, so his offering ought to be something Vox could deliver better on - connections and good taste.
"I can be reasonable... especially when it's you, baby." he moved to pull out his cigarette lighter. This... definitely got him thinking. Well it was something that gave him quite a bit to think of after all. Dwelling on it never did him any good but he knew this would be the sort of thing that would resurface with how he tucked it in the back of his mind.
"Just let me know when you're done, yeah? I can let Travis take over." Sure he could take anyone to bed with him; male, female, anyone of his choosing really... but despite that, he always found his way back to Vox. His favorite.
No need for the lighter - he's right here, he'll spark that cigarette for you. "If you want to dump work onto Travis, then we can head out right now~" he proposed fondly.
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"That shitshow could've gone worse. After she set the studio on fucking fire, I'd say she owes us just as bad for the whole 'offering her a role'... offense." Valentino released his hold, just letting his fingers linger. A deal. One that apparently got him hurt in the process.
"So... what now? You need me doing charity work with you or is that just going to be a you thing?"
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Guh. Stupid arm was making a mess. Vox finally gave up and shimmied off his jacket. "Got a towel that doesn't have cum on it yet?"
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Cue an eyeroll but he's feeling compliant today, just going to go get his papi a clean towel.
"The Tower will still be standing whatever time you get back from rehab, mi amor." he's quick to follow that up as he hands the towel over. But he does consider something after a moment's thought since he can't look away.
"...do you need that wrapped up?"
You can't blame him for not really asking because... what is weird biology here after all? But damn it looks serious.
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"Wanted Alastor to remember and realize that I could have killed him," Vox growled - and only didn't because he needed to look out for Valentino. Priorities.
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"Sit your ass down. I'll get you patched up." there's a sigh as he starts, heading over to where they stash the first aid kits. Those mostly go unused save for when someone draws a little too much blood during an intense scene. The last thing they want is people bleeding out on set and passing out. Waste of an afternoon.
He comes back after a moment with said kit in hand.
"So... that's it? Rehab at the hotel? What's VoxTek getting in return apart from... y'know... that. Or... is that it?"
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With Val back with the kit, Vox pulled the towel off and draped it over his knee, keeping any more blood from getting on the floor. "I can already imagine it's going to give me a fucking headache with all the puppies and rainbows the princess is gonna prattle on about."
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He hesitated a moment, looking at the wound. Yeah. That looked bad. Just another piece of physical proof of how serious this situation all was.
Damn.
He hesitated before he brought that hand to his lips, kissing at the point of entry of that wound, leaving just the slightest amount of of spittle to cause a light numbing sensation.
"You? Doing that glitters and sunshine rehabilitation bullshit? Can't imagine it. So it's just... running the place?" At least he seems amused while he's starting to slowly bandage the other sinner's arm.
"For how long?"
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"Or until I can figure out how to wrap the Princess around my finger and cut him out as the middleman. Heh. Maybe I can figure out some ways to make him regret dragging me into this dumb bullshit."
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Always better with showing, not telling. Words were hard and messy and dangerous sometimes. This. He knew this at least.
"Sounds like you got your work cut out for you, cariño." he's finally letting go after letting his touch linger a moment more, the bandages light and secure. It'll probably stop any bleeding long enough for the wound to start to regenerate.
"There's the silver lining though, no? Get the little princesa to look our way, ditch the radio demon, get out of there. You've got charm for fucking days. I'm sure she'll be putty in your... wonderful hands."
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Flexing his injured arm to make sure the bandages were nice and secure (of course they were, Val's hands were nimble), Vox smirked. "It'll take some work to get her to forget about you smacking around Angel, but hey, I think I can pull it off. I'll get this handled for you," Vox pinched Valentino's cheek playfully.
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Trust us.
And honestly, if Valentino couldn't trust anyone in this world but Vox, who could he trust? So he takes that cheek pinch like an adult. The pout he has only lasts for a second before his usual cocksure smirk comes back.
"You know how to take care of me, don't you, papi...?" There's a purr that underlines his tone. "You'll be out of that shitty Deal in no time... and while you're doing that, I promise not to make things even harder for you."
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"I'll send you pictures and videos of the hilarious cringy shit that goes on there. Give you a little chuckle during your lunch break."
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"I'll be sure to share the spoils with Velvette. She'll get a kick out of the cringe, I'm sure." he chuckled, his purring growing deeper as he leaned into the petting.
"Should I wait up tonight, mi amor...? Give you a nice reward for your hard work today?"
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"Just let me know when you're done, yeah? I can let Travis take over." Sure he could take anyone to bed with him; male, female, anyone of his choosing really... but despite that, he always found his way back to Vox. His favorite.
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