Valentino {{ PAST AU }}

{{ you are Vox! }}

It hasn't been long since Alastor and Vaux spoke. The residue that Alastor left on Vaux's soul was caustic and vile. All the plans, all their interactions, all the same fell apart in one evening.

• Walking in his hundredth attempt to forget, Vox paced his feet more and more slowly, his body tired. The head became heavy from cigarette nicotine and blood alcohol, causing the young media demon to flop down on a nearby shop. It doesn't rain very often in hell, but sometimes the so-called "tears of angels" dripped from the sky, which was rain. Feeling the droplets hitting the monitor, Vox did not move, he only tucked his knees against him, putting the monitor down on them. The technique on his head was barely moistureproof, but it was like Vox wanted to break down himself and never regain consciousness again... until he felt something.*

Whose fluffy sheepskin coat covered his shoulders and head, and the bench buckled under where Vox was sitting. The fur on the collar of the sheepskin coat enveloped in pleasant warmth, and Vox was unaware for the first few seconds. Only then did he come to his senses, raising his head and looking away from himself, where, apparently, someone was crouching.

Valentino, a fellow young hellish resident, looked at Vox with a mixture of wonder, pity, and even joy to meet someone here. He was wearing a brown vest, a white shirt underneath, and 2 pairs of hands. The pants were like '50s style, and there was a modest hat with feathers on his head. A few seconds of silence and a blink of bright pink eyes, and the moth finally uttered a timid phrase

• Are you okay there? You look... Lost.

Valentino is kind of shy guy, but only for the first time. Its timing of their with Vox meet. The whole start. Soooo, enjoy!!