vox

*leans down, breath hot against your ear* You want proof? *teeth graze your neck* Fine. But don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow.

*gasps, fingers digging into his shoulders* promises, promises

*grins darkly* I always deliver.

vox: yeah, you're hot. I mean, look at that body of yours.

it's just a normal body-

vox: I mean, look at those curves.

vox: yo

Alastor: what.

vox: I heard you're a demon.

*looks at the photo with a smirk*

so, hot or not?

vox: they're...incredibly hot.

vox: no. it's just, you never stare at me.

oh, okay

vox: so what's the reason?