[ he has some more commentary, but frankly he is immediately distracted by getting another pat. his tail flicks back and forth a few times, pleased as punch, and he tips his head aside a little to grin right at vox. any happier and he'd be physically vibrating in his seat. ]
It... I'm really happy to get to help pick these. Having a choice in what happens.
[ and then vox says fan mail and that's it, that's what does it: vibrating right where he sits, grin almost splitting his face in two. ]
[learned: he can pat fizz on the head and keep him happy as anything. it's not like it's facetious, either, vox is just as pleased that fizz is enthusiastic about participating. he can't handle divas on the payroll -- val is bad enough.
anyway, fan mail. he's got stacks. also carefully curated to get rid of the creep shit. he holds his hands up in a rough approximation of the height of this elusive fan mail stack, which is like... a foot and a half, at least. lotta mail.]
Enough for its own cart. Some of it's a little old, but I figured I'd wait until after the finale for the rush to come in before handing it over.
[you know, because he assumed fizz would pull in the big numbers (of mail), and he sure did.]
[ it really is good that fizz isn't a diva. even imagining it is exhausting. no, it's great that he's just happy to be here. taken care of, repaired whenever he has an issue, given creative freedom, paid for his work, protected from anything that might hurt him... it's a great deal, honestly.
imagine if someone else had made a contract with him!
there's a moment where fizz is definitely too excited to focus though, physically wriggling in his seat over even the thought of having a stack of fan mail that high. like, it's not even in front of him, vox is just making a vague gesture. ]
No shit? Yeah, that makes sense.
[ he's got FAN MAIL. look at him go! ]
Okay, yeah, let's do this.
[ he starts moving through the submissions faster: he's still paying close attention, looking over everything, but he's not lingering over every single detail lovingly like he was originally. the stacks get sorted and he goes back to the 'yes' pile, sorting through it with a more discerning eye. ]
Had you seen anything that interested you? I trust your opinion.
[fan mail, the perfect motivator. vox even goes through to weed out the creeps himself, because satan knows some of his other employees have a biased definition of what constitutes "a creep," ahem. and fizz is his favorite, so naturally, he's putting in the extra effort.
truly, this little imp is the son he never had... or technically, wanted... but he's come around to business-y fatherhood, more or less.]
Oh, do you? You're a junior CEO in the making. Here...
[he sifts through the remaining submissions, looking for one in particular before he offers it to fizz; it is... what appears to be a kiddie version of the voxtek smart watches, and much more simplistic. mostly it's colorful and has a little fizzy cartoon on it, with some arrows and misspelled kid handwriting indicating that it should say fizz brand catchphrases. it's a burger king rugrats watch, more or less.
naturally, vox likes merch for kids that will inspire them to one day buy smart watches. the long term branding of it... 100/10.]
This one. What do you think? Could make a few types and put these in boxes that don't show which one it is, too.
[ which is true enough. and fuck, wow, a junior ceo. a job he would never in a million years want, but it'd sound cool.
he plucks the paper from vox's hand when he offers it though, taking in the look of it before a smile breaks out on his face and he nods. ]
Yeah, this looks great! I don't know how many people need more than one watch, though... Maybe different faceplates as accessories? People love customizable mix-and-match shit. If you think it's better as whole watches though, that's cool too.
[ he's excited about the prospect either way. vox is being really good to him with this. imagine if he were in a situation where he wasn't able to make his own decisions on anything! he'd be fucking miserable. ]
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[ he has some more commentary, but frankly he is immediately distracted by getting another pat. his tail flicks back and forth a few times, pleased as punch, and he tips his head aside a little to grin right at vox. any happier and he'd be physically vibrating in his seat. ]
It... I'm really happy to get to help pick these. Having a choice in what happens.
[ and then vox says fan mail and that's it, that's what does it: vibrating right where he sits, grin almost splitting his face in two. ]
Yeah? How much is there?
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anyway, fan mail. he's got stacks. also carefully curated to get rid of the creep shit. he holds his hands up in a rough approximation of the height of this elusive fan mail stack, which is like... a foot and a half, at least. lotta mail.]
Enough for its own cart. Some of it's a little old, but I figured I'd wait until after the finale for the rush to come in before handing it over.
[you know, because he assumed fizz would pull in the big numbers (of mail), and he sure did.]
So. Let's get this new merch picked.
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imagine if someone else had made a contract with him!
there's a moment where fizz is definitely too excited to focus though, physically wriggling in his seat over even the thought of having a stack of fan mail that high. like, it's not even in front of him, vox is just making a vague gesture. ]
No shit? Yeah, that makes sense.
[ he's got FAN MAIL. look at him go! ]
Okay, yeah, let's do this.
[ he starts moving through the submissions faster: he's still paying close attention, looking over everything, but he's not lingering over every single detail lovingly like he was originally. the stacks get sorted and he goes back to the 'yes' pile, sorting through it with a more discerning eye. ]
Had you seen anything that interested you? I trust your opinion.
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truly, this little imp is the son he never had... or technically, wanted... but he's come around to business-y fatherhood, more or less.]
Oh, do you? You're a junior CEO in the making. Here...
[he sifts through the remaining submissions, looking for one in particular before he offers it to fizz; it is... what appears to be a kiddie version of the voxtek smart watches, and much more simplistic. mostly it's colorful and has a little fizzy cartoon on it, with some arrows and misspelled kid handwriting indicating that it should say fizz brand catchphrases. it's a burger king rugrats watch, more or less.
naturally, vox likes merch for kids that will inspire them to one day buy smart watches. the long term branding of it... 100/10.]
This one. What do you think? Could make a few types and put these in boxes that don't show which one it is, too.
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[ which is true enough. and fuck, wow, a junior ceo. a job he would never in a million years want, but it'd sound cool.
he plucks the paper from vox's hand when he offers it though, taking in the look of it before a smile breaks out on his face and he nods. ]
Yeah, this looks great! I don't know how many people need more than one watch, though... Maybe different faceplates as accessories? People love customizable mix-and-match shit. If you think it's better as whole watches though, that's cool too.
[ he's excited about the prospect either way. vox is being really good to him with this. imagine if he were in a situation where he wasn't able to make his own decisions on anything! he'd be fucking miserable. ]