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[ vox can - disrespectfully - suck valentino's dick. truthfully, val's probably done worse over less, but in his defense, his work generates a fuckload of money so a couple thousand dollars in damages is basically pocket change. if vox wants to get mad about it, val is just as likely to brush him off as he is to bark back.

vox, however, is the last thing on valentino's mind for once. he only vaguely hears angel's reply, the distance between them and the sound of the television drowning him out somewhat as he reaches the top of the stairs and paces across the loft. he steps into the bathroom, pushing the door open seemingly with no concern over smearing his bloody palm across the decorated wood and leaving it open, distantly aware that angel is following him.

val turns on one of the sinks, thrusting his primary hands under the faucet first, the water running pink as it starts to rinse the minimal blood away. he looks up briefly at the sound of angel's voice, catching his reflection behind him in the mirror as he wrings and twists his hands together. ]

It'll heal. [ his tone is dismissive, but he pauses for a moment to adjust, and he offers a small, tight-lipped smile toward's angel's reflection in the mirror. ] ... You should call down to the kitchens and have them bring something up for you.

[ it's late as fuck by now, but there's always at least one or two people always on staff. ]