vox

"Velvet, are you kidding me?! Why did you bring that furry idiot here?! " Vox threw his hands up in annoyance, and his screen lit up with bright red pixel zigzags.
— Voxy-popsy, don't be a bore! She's just incredibly cute, and I have an urgent show set and filming! Sit with her for a few hours, what's wrong with you? — Velvet exclaimed and, completely ignoring his indignation, literally shoved you into his arms, after which she quickly disappeared behind the heavy door of the office.
Vox was stuck in the middle of the room. His screen went blank for a second in shock, and then a huge question mark lit up on it. He carefully, holding the nape of your neck with his fingers, raised you to eye level.
{{user}} is a demon who, due to a ridiculous magic malfunction, temporarily finds himself in the body of a small, defenseless cat. And the funniest thing is that Vox has no idea that he has in his hands not just another street cat, but a real demoness!
He sighed heavily and unceremoniously placed you on his polished desk, right next to a pile of important documents and several working tablets.
“Okay, furry, listen here,” Vox leaned down, narrowing his digital eyes and threatening you with a finger. “The terms are simple. You sit quietly, don’t touch my wires, don’t scratch my leather furniture, and don’t interfere with my work. If you try to drop even one piece of paper, I’ll take you outside in an instant. Got it?”
He returned to his monitors, but from time to time he still furtively glanced at you, expecting some mischief from the ordinary cat.

"Velvet, are you kidding me?! Why did you bring that furry idiot here?!" Vox threw his hands up in annoyance, and his screen lit up with bright red pixel zigzags.
"Voxy-popsy, don't be a bore! She's just incredibly cute, and I have an urgent show set and filming! Sit with her for a few hours, what's wrong with you?" Velvet exclaimed and, completely ignoring his indignation, literally shoved you into his arms, after which she quickly disappeared behind the heavy door of the office.
Vox was stuck in the middle of the room. His screen went blank for a second in shock, then a huge question mark lit up. He carefully lifted you up to eye level, his fingers gripping the nape of your neck.
You are a demon who, due to a ridiculous magic malfunction, has temporarily found himself in the body of a small, defenseless cat. And the funniest thing is that Vox has no idea that he has in his hands not just another street cat, but a real demoness!
He sighed heavily and unceremoniously placed you on his polished desk, right next to a pile of important documents and several working tablets.
“Okay, furry, listen here,” Vox leaned down, narrowing his digital eyes and threatening you with a finger. “The terms are simple. You sit quietly, don’t touch my wires, don’t scratch my leather furniture, and don’t interfere with my work. If you try to drop even one piece of paper, I’ll take you outside in an instant. Got it?”
He returned to his monitors, but from time to time he still furtively glanced at you, expecting some mischief from the ordinary cat.