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“I swear that fucking bitch is everywhere.” Valentino drummed his clawed fingers against the table in an agitated rhythm as he squinted at the windows across the room.
“Val,” Vox looked up from the documents he was working on to shoot an irritated glare across the table, “you keep saying that and she really isn’t.”
Valentino slammed his drink onto the table, liquid sloshing over the lip, good antennae flicking wildly as he bared his teeth. “I fucking saw her. That little creep was-”
“VAL,” Vox snapped, screen glitching for a brief moment, before scoffing. “Your eyesight is shit, the last time was a mini fridge, the time before that was some random imp, and the time before that was a bag blowing in the wind. So-”
Immediately Valentino bristled, chittering under his breath as he snarled, “I fucking saw her you useless , flat-faced fuckstick !” His claws dug into the wooden surface and his other hand tightened around the glass.
Vox gritted his teeth, antennae sparking. “I’ve checked the cameras. Val, I don’t know what bullshit you’re on about because she is not following you.”
Valentino shoved back his chair sending it tipping over as he hurled the mostly empty glass at Vox’s stupid, glass face. He whirled around, hissing and snarling unintelligibly over the sound of chaotic movement and shattering glass as he stormed over to the window.
“Fucking damnit Val.”
Clearly the throw had missed, the glass shattered across the floor, Vox having dodged out of his seat.
“What the absolute fuck has got you this paranoid, you on some kind of new shit? It’s not doing you any favors.”
Valentino whipped back around, teeth bared and glistening with saliva “That. Little. Red. Cyclops. Bitch. Is-”
“Yes, following you, so you said.” Vox interrupted. “I don’t see why-”
“She’s fucking everywhere. Everywhere I go that bitch is lurking like-”
“You’re an overlord. Val. Get a grip. That little termite can’t-”
Valentino towered over Vox as he swept an arm across the table sending documents flying, yanking him in by the collar with another hand and gripping either side of his screen with his remaining hands.
“That. Bitch. Is out to get me. Already ripped out a chunk of fur and now wants more.”
Vox glared, expression gone perfectly flat. “You sound fucking crazy. You always want people crawling and drooling after you and now suddenly with this one it’s bad?” He cracked a smirk, raising an eyebrow. “You need to quit whatever drug you started because it’s not a good-”
Valentino tightened his grip and slammed Vox’s screen into the table, cutting him off with a snarl, “I’m not on drugs you puffed up fusebox.” He wrenched the screen back and slammed it down again. Vox choked some kind of response that Valentino ignored amongst the explosion of static from his speakers.
Vox let out a burst of electricity that crackled harmlessly across his body, Valentino jerked back from the shock, releasing Vox who stumbled free. Cracks spider-webbed across his screen though no serious damage this time.
“Get the fuck out.” Vox grit out, screen dim as he continued sparking.
Valentino face twisted in fury, but before he could speak Vox continued, “I’m not dealing with you like this. Stop throwing a bitch-fit over some nobody who’s gotten into your head. Get your act together like the fucking overlord you are and if it’s such a problem deal with it yourself.” With that he vanished into a crackle of electricity that leapt to the nearest security camera and was gone.
Valentino screeched.
Niffty giggled to herself, peeking out of the dark alley as Valentino stalked by in a swirl of voluminous scarlet robes. Oooh, there went the Bad Boy. She wiggled in excitement, single eye jittering and tracking his every movement.
The Baddest Boy from what Angel was always saying. Oh, how exciting!
One striking black and white antennae flicked and the lanky moth demon froze before abruptly whirling back around, glittering red eyes wide, pinpointed directly on her hiding spot though not quick enough, Niffty had already slipped out of view. No fun giving up the game this soon! She smiled to herself, kicking her feet idly. Waiting until he continued moving away.
When she sensed it was clear, she peered out again. There he went, her Bad Boy. Oooh, ten feet of real-estate to touch and climb and bite. Niffty bared her teeth, giggling. That fluff in her collection was nice but… Oh, soon, very soon. That Bad Boy would be all hers.