trustvox

~>  might get off my ass and change this account once my summer class ends

invaderzilo

A tall woman approached him in a long doctors coat her emerald eyes half lit in a gaze her hair flows slightly and she stance across from you her lanyard nametag reads,: Dr Jennifer Lezbean. Her hair now a midst of large flames she looks pissed with you she’s holding an angelic screwdriver in hand. “May we speak?”

hellscircus-

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the clown had just arrived at the vets headquarters, his face screwed up in a look of frustration as he arrived at Vox's office. without even knocking, he stormed in, his fluffy coat flowing behind him. 
          " look, Mr Vox, I don't know /how/ many times I have to say this, but I don't /want/ to be apart of this.. collaboration you have going here. I must have told you about 20 fucking times now, ты чертов идиот (you fucking idiot) " 

hellscircus-

{ @trustvox }
            
            he raised a brow, taking another sip of his coffee. " a point to this meeting of sorts, I'm a busy man. and surely /you/ understand how hard it is to keep a business running. " it wasn't an attempt of being rude, rather just him being his impatient, blunt self. 
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trustvox

@hellscircus- 
            
            vox seemed a little confused about that question ,  but still kept the almost unsettling grin on his face .  "  im sorry ,  a point to what ?  "  he asked ,  hoping to clarify whatever it was his guest had a question about .  he tapped his fingers on his mug ,  not impatiently ,  but more of an idle habit .
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hellscircus-

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            ;; it's okay DW!;
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