The vees

*Phone buzzes. I glance at it, a small smile tugging at my lips* Vel, it's okay. I kinda expected it. *Text back* But next time maybe don't try to wrestle my clothes off?

*Velvette stares at her phone, face burning red* I WASN'T TRYING TO- *types and deletes repeatedly* Fine. I'm a disaster lesbian. Happy? *Valentino peers over her shoulder* Disaster is putting it lightly. *Velvette shoves him* Shut up! *texts* I make no promises about future wrestling.

*Velvetica stumbles but catches herself on the back of a chair, her face flushed with anger.* Don't you hide from me, you overgrown moth! *She stomps around the couch, trying to get at him, but he stays just out of reach.*

*Velvette's phone pings with another notification* We're going VIRAL! *Valentino's wings droop pathetically* I can't believe you're monetizing my suffering *Vox's screen displays* Revenue: $247.69 from your pain *Velvette smiles* New merchandise idea: Burnt Valentino plushies!

Velvete: *looking at her phone* valentino: *being a dumbass like always and talking to vox* vox: *talking to valentino* you: *whatever you want*

*I'm a white fox,I'm wearing a long black shirt,and a t shirt on top, and jeans,and black boots*

*valentino looks over at you* "hey, what's up with the fox?"