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Vox was smart, damn it. No really, he was! He was the damn tech overlord, his body was a literal computer. He was successful because he could predict all possible outcomes, and steer things towards the one that worked out best for him.
What he somehow, miraculously, failed to predict, was just how damn endearing the princess of Hell could be.
It was supposed to be simple, show up at the Hazshit hotel - ha! - with Velvette and dig up every crusty bit of dirt they could find, then make up the rest. Easy. It'd be fucked over night, and he- the Vees - could take over Heaven with nothing standing in their way.
Except, when Vox managed to get Charlie away from her annoyingly overbearing friend, and alone in her study, that plan went tits up.
From the moment she laid out her colourful drawings and began rattling off all the work they did at the hotel, their plans for the future and all about how that incompetent snake had been redeemed, he was lost.
She was just so damn adorable, with her manic but awfully sincere energy. She clearly had no experience with professional presentations, but with each screech that signalled another hardly relevant tangent, Vox fell harder and harder.
"And- and- oh, boy, I can't remember the last time I talked so much explaining the hotel, usually I sing! Ooo!" Charlie gasped deeply, the sound so harsh Vox winced in sympathy, "Should I sing?!"
Her eyes were so wide and bright, smile so hopeful, Vox wanted to say 'Yes, anything, anything you want, just please never stop smiling like that.'
He stood abruptly, chair hitting the floor with a crash, "Actually!" He barrelled on, totally smooth and totally cool, "I've heard all I need to, doll- princess. Your royal highness. Vel and I have all we need, we'll be in touch!" He spun on his heel, only for slim arms to envelope him from behind.
Tiny little hands - so tiny, he could cradle them so softly, never let them go - clutched at his chest and a face made its home between his shoulder blades, "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Charlie chanted, words muffled and distorted by Vox's suit jacket, "You have no idea how much this means to me! This will help a ton!"
It took everything in Vox to dissolve into a blue bolt of electricity and dip.
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"We cannot ruin this place."
Vox was shocked to hear the words come from Velvette's mouth the second they were safely back inside the limo. He blinked at her, "...Wait, what?"
"We can't! That weird little rat maid thing told me I was really pretty and then explained in detail how to get blood and other gross fluids out of every possible fabric, do you know how helpful that is for one of Valentino's tantrums?" Tears gathered in the doll's eyes as she clutched her phone in her hands and stared beyond it, "I think I love her."
"Charlie's so fucking cute." Vox blurted in response, unable to hold it in at the confession, "She's so cute. She made all of these little drawings of us, like, holding hands and shit, she made me look like some awesome hero and she sounded so passionate, I can't crush her dreams. I'd feel bad. Genuinely bad, I've killed people and somehow making her cry feels like it'd be the worst thing I could possibly do ever. She's a ray of sunshine. Real, actual, pure sunshine straight from Earth, Vel, we're so fucked."
"...What're we gonna tell Val?"
"...Fuck."