#angel has so much anger towards val that he probably would have slept with vox just to make him more upset even if he hated it iwufhrg

[bringsin]

what a fuckin' joke.

angel's just as, if not more, bitter with the circumstances. once upon a time, he'd been stupid enough to think valentino loved him. that he was special, cared for because the moth's gaze kept returning to him instead of vox. but as the decades went by, any rose color tinting in his gaze faded, realizing that he was a favored toy, something to fuck and use to make the other overlord jealous.

and now he was being traded. like fuckin' cattle. if angel had any positivity left to feel towards val, it vanished right then and there. dragged back to the studio by a chain, only to have it passed over to vox the moment he could be used.

it was no secret how vox felt about angel. the disdain followed him whenever he was near val, the misplaced jealousy and anger placed on his shoulders to bear instead of the one doing the cheating. so when he proposed angel spend the night with him, the spider might have had a look more surprised than val had. a blue chain is no different than a pink one, so he followed silently, a neutral mask weaved up to place over his face to make sure he doesn't give away how he really feels about the situation. a pet used to make val angry? is that what he was now? he's dreading going to the studio tomorrow.

but at least he wouldn't be burdened with val tonight.

angel's not shocked at the statement, and he has no interest in being vox's new toy, so the arrangement works perfectly fine in his opinion, even if it doesn't matter how he feels. "fine by me," he snarks in return, flopping down on the couch and looking at the remote with no actual interest in turning on the television. with only one bed, angel's not excited for the night to fully approach.

"you got any food in here?"

Plotted starter for @bringsin !

The relationship that Vox and Valentino boasted was a rocky one, that much was certain. It was like a ticking time bomb— all was well for a while, and then one of them did something, and they broke up. And then they got back together. And broke up again. And got back together again.

This time, one thing had led to another, and Vox had packed his things and stormed out the instant he had repaired his screen. It was always serious when one of them actually left... and, this time, in specific?

Vox hadn't been planning on coming back.

He had come back, though. He always did. Valentino had reached out first, this time, and the two of them had got to talking. Val had pleaded that he would "give him anything", and Vox had thoughtlessly listed off Angel Dust. Val's number one star. The money maker.

The moth's most prized possession.

To Vox's utter shock, Val had actually agreed. Vox had said it as a test, a trial to see just how far Valentino would go to prove that he loved him— Vox didn't actually WANT Angel! He hated Angel! The spider was a homewrecker, always coming back to the Penthouse with Val when Val was supposed to be spending time with Vox.

... And now he was his? Forever? Or at least until Vox's pride wore out and he decided to mention to Val that this was just an experiment and he wasn't serious?

The future could be left to Future Vox to figure out. In the present, the situation was as follows: Val and Vox were back together. Valentino was extremely huffy about losing Angel to Vox, and he was being childish about it. Velvette found the whole thing slightly amusing. Vox had no idea what he wanted to do with Angel, but, given that he was still annoyed with Val, he'd decided that 'petty payback' was a good place to start.

Why not bring Angel back to the Penthouse to make Val jealous, just like Val had been doing for years? Then the moth would finally know how it felt to be jilted on date night-- something that Vox knew all too well not to feel good.

The Media Overlord currently found himself standing in his room, Angel Dust at his side, after the expected "how dare you!" conversation with Valentino had transpired in their main space.

Vox shut his door and paced past Angel, cyan teeth pressing together in a grimace.

"Now that we're alone, let's get one thing straight: I'm not gonna sleep with you," he said, matter-of-factly. "I don't care what you do, as long as it doesn't concern me."

Vox pointed a sharp-tipped finger at the blue and red sofa that existed a few feet away from the bed, and waved it at it.

"Entertain yourself. The remote is there, just watch TV or something. But keep it low. I'm gonna try to get some work done." He turned away, but then snapped back around a second later. "And don't do anything gross. It's my room."