[Maybe they can workshop that later— For now, the squeak is cute, and who cares at all about this office chair; he shifts forward again, shamelessly pressing against Val's boot with a low chuckle.]
Tell me more... Why don't you tell me what this position means to you?
[You know. Like an interview, not that Vox has ever asked that question in an interview, because who cares what the rank and file think. But do play sexy interview with him here and now; he slides his other hand up Val's thigh - the one not busy stepping on him - and digs the tips of his clawed fingers in just so, just enough to leave runs in Val's fishnets. He'll replace them.]
Oh, its everything to me, Sir. I'd do anything to show you just how badly I want this job.
[Sharp teeth catch at his lower lip, a play at coquettish innocence. He misses being on the other side of the camera. He rocks the toe of his boot slowly, his legs falling open.]
The opportunity to work under someone like you-
[The moth bends at the waist, antenna ghosting along Vox's screen, breath hot as he presses a kiss to the glass, his own claws reaching to start loosening that bowtie.]
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Tell me more... Why don't you tell me what this position means to you?
[You know. Like an interview, not that Vox has ever asked that question in an interview, because who cares what the rank and file think. But do play sexy interview with him here and now; he slides his other hand up Val's thigh - the one not busy stepping on him - and digs the tips of his clawed fingers in just so, just enough to leave runs in Val's fishnets. He'll replace them.]
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Oh, its everything to me, Sir.
I'd do anything to show you just how badly I want this job.
[Sharp teeth catch at his lower lip, a play at coquettish innocence. He misses being on the other side of the camera. He rocks the toe of his boot slowly, his legs falling open.]
The opportunity to work under someone like you-
[The moth bends at the waist, antenna ghosting along Vox's screen, breath hot as he presses a kiss to the glass, his own claws reaching to start loosening that bowtie.]