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[finalgambit]

Aventurine;

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[bsod]

[ Just based on that sentiment alone, Vox can deduce who the "probably boyfriend" is. ]

We were all busy being varying degrees of pissed and-slash-or crazy.

[finalgambit]

[ stepping outside is a literal breath of fresh air. ] I hope we get a break…

We can walk back to the cul-de-sac and then I can teleport home.

[bsod]

When have we ever been that lucky?

[ Glances over. ]

Wasn't I the one walking you home?

[finalgambit]

My apartment doesn’t have a door. I’m walking you home.

[bsod]

... Fine.

[ Just two bros holding hands, strolling through Shadowpeaks. ]

[finalgambit]

[ at 4am and they’re both probably totes gay. ]

Tell me about your company.

[bsod]

What do you want to know?

[finalgambit]

[ shrugs. ] Anything? You seemed real proud of it. I thought it might be nice to fill the silence as we walked, but I guess we could just enjoy the sounds of nature.

[bsod]

Of course I'm proud of it. We're Hell's number one purveyor of everything and anything.

[ You got him rambling about work, here we go. ]

[finalgambit]

[ he'll happily listen to him ramble about work. it's soothing. ]

[bsod]

[ Well, then, ramble he shall. He goes on about everything from VoxWatches to Voot Floops and everything in between. VoxTek really is everywhere! ]

[finalgambit]

[ he can ramble himself back to pride. he takes his hand back when they approach the houses, in the off chance that somebody's outside. he's not sure if vox would care, so better to be safe than sorry. ] This is your stop.

[bsod]

[ Vox might care an eensy, teensy bit, but no more than that. He appreciates the consideration. ]

It seems so.

... Thanks, Aventurine. For everything. Go get some rest.

[finalgambit]

I'll see you around, Vox. [ he gives him a smile before he summons a portal and steps through. ]