h3llsfavorite asked: [ TAKE ] for the taller muse to find the shorter one has ‘borrowed’ a shirt/sweater/jacket etc. which is oversized on them. // @ val
"WHERE THE FUCK--"
Valentino shouted as he began throwing his clothes out of his closet and onto the floor-- with such force that the closet rod snapped in two... causing everything to tumble to the floor.
Irate squeaks accompanied the screams of frustration and the orders barked at Kitty to: Fix the rod and find out who failed to get his favorite smoking jacket back from the dry cleaner. Find them. Bring them to him. Be ready to scrape their brain matter off his rug.
That's his FAVORITE leisure jacket! And he wants to relax, damn it! How the fuck is he supposed to wind down when the people he pays good money to do ONE DAMN JOB ARE TOO STUPID TO GET IT DONE ON TIME?
They need to be dead for a while. That's the only solution. Them and the person they love the most-- just to make sure the lesson sticks.
Something (a glass, a lamp, Vox's phone?) shatters as its thrown against the wall-- narrowly missing the Fizzbot as she skitters off to find Flextape.
Still imitating that aggressive, angered squeak, Valentino stomps out of his room.
"Fuckin' Alonso didn't bring my--"
The overlord stops. His eyes narrow onto Angel... wearing his jacket.
Slowly, the moth reaches for the phone in his back pocket.
It was as if everything had flipped on a dime. Valentino's shoulders relax as he leans against the doorway, snapping a few pictures of Angel in the oversized coat.
He's swimming in it, and it's adorable.
Sinstagram will lose its shit over this one.
"Aww..." He says with an almost too-sweet smile, pocketing his phone before his eyes return to Angel.
"Did you get cold, amorcito?" He asks in a (well-rehearsed) adoring tone.
