After done eating, they headed out the cafe and stood infront of the glass doors. Contemplating what else they can do. "We have the day free, right?" Shoto asked, Vox nodding in the process.
What else can they do now?
Before Shoto could brainstorm of ideas, his familiar ringtone rang out. "RING RING RING. HELLO? I'M CALLING YOU, SHOTO." Ah once again, he has heard the delighful voice of his fellow detective.
He should really change his ringer since he kept getting odd looks when it went off. Not to mention how fucking loud Mysta made the audio to be.
"Mysta?" Vox questioned, his lips wrinkling up a tad bit as it seemed like he was holding down a laugh.
"Yup, unfortunately so. You better not laughâ"
"DON'T IGNORE ME." His ringtone rang again, cutting him off instantly which caused Vox to motherfucking cackle.
His laugh going from slow and low to high pitched and fast, that ringtone did a number on him.
Shoto slowly closed his eyes before taking out his phone and answering the call. Unfortunately enough, it was the rat bastard Mysta. Oh how Shoto wanted to punch his phone screen because he can still hear Vox practically dying of laughter in the background.
The people inside the cafe must think they're crazy by how the other randomly bursted into hysterical laughter all of a sudden.
Passive aggressiveness practically radiated off Shoto right now and Vox knew that fairly well, it made the sight funnier if he was completely honest.
"Mysta, what is it." He shot back to the other on the phone. "Yoo, did the headache fuck with you that much?" He joked. "Such a light drinker, damn Shou." Teasing and cooing, he finally picked up on the laughter seemingly behind Shoto.
"Yo, who the fuck is laughing with ya? Or are they laughing at you, I can kick ass if needed baby."
Shoto sighed. "Mysta, you're on speaker and that was Vox just now." He replied. The demon finally compiled himself before rubbing his eyes. "God, what a good laugh." He chuckled on how much of a fool he must've looked like.
"Good laugh, haha." Shou rolling his eyes with a sarcastic tone. Bringing his attention back to Mysta, he spoke once more. "So, what the fuck do you want." If you were a passerby then you'd assume the purple haired male hated the guy he was on the phone with. Though that'd be the complete opposite.
"Oh nothing, just wanted to check up on ya like the amazing guy I am." The detective joked. Shoto could genuinely feel a nudge to his side, as if Mysta was right next to him cracking that joke.
"Well, I'm fine and I'm with a date with Vox so maybe check up another time?" Shoto replied, obviously having a hint of embarrassment trace his voice like a mother scolding their kid quietly. Mysta oh'ed before okaying and telling Shoto to dm him when needed.
Both ended the call and Shoto could feel Vox's presence.
"A date?" He asked with the biggest sly grin and smirk. What's this guy's problem with pissing Shoto off? "Technically. But that was only to make Mysta confused." He explained, though as if Vox really believed whatever nonsense Shoto was spewing out.
The demon lifted his hands near his chest area as a sign of surrender. "Sure, sure. This definitely isn't a date, gotcha' uhuh." Shoto could already feel the sarcastic tone by a mile away. This damn bitch- Breathe Shoto, in and out.
"Finally agree on something." He snarled, looking away to browse other buildings with his sight. Not much out there, to be honest. "Wanna chill at my place?" He asked nonchalantly.
"Oh??" Vox confused once more at the sudden invitation, he can only wonder. "Shoto, I am truly grateful but you've taken care of me more than I can count within my fingers and toes. Plus, my stay has been long overdue. Maybe you shall stay at mine as a thank you, perhaps?" He questions in the end. This time, putting Shoto on the spot.
"Oh âThat wouldn't be necessary! Vox, really. I appreciate it." He urged but Vox wasn't taking no for an answer. "No, no. I insist, let me treat you this time, kay?" I guess there's no other way for Shoto to escape this.
-x-
They finally went back to Vox's place that wasn't that far from their workplace. Guess it was the most logical place to set his house nearby his work. Commute might be expensive for some.
It was around the mid-afternoons when they got back. Around 2 to 3 pm, the sky was still relatively bright but he can see some clouds clearing past the sun that was about to set.
Vox lived in an apartment complex which Shoto didn't expect all that much. He expected some high-end rich place but even an owner of a famous restaurant isn't enough nowadays.
The demon unlocked the clasp of the door as he opened it and welcomed Shoto in.
He was greeted with pure beautiful white walls and a small glass coffee table on the center-side of the room with a couch and a TV.
Fuck man! Shoto's house couldn't even compare to such a masterpiece. Everything was like a perfect puzzle piece waiting to be solved and completed.
All white and elegant with a hint of flare all around. Such minimalistic vibes with such pale snowy walls that reminded him of puffy smooth marshmellows.
Ah~ It was like he was in heaven! Fucking cloud 9 out of all of things!
"Are you sure I haven't died yet? Cus' this feels like paradise in a box." Shoto spoke in pure awe.
Vox laughed. "It's just an apartment, sweetie. Not much to it but it does seem to peak your interest, doesn't it?"
"Well yeah! This is like my dream room, ya know?" The slayer admitted with a grin. Everything felt so airy and perfect.
Yes, perfect was the word to descibe this magnificent space.
"Oh?" Intrigued, he continued. "If you like it so much then why not just stay with me." He teased which caused Shoto to snap back his head to the demon with a glare that could kill.
"As if." He scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. He loves how he can joke so much with his boss without much of a care. It was like they were actually friends and not trying to be nice cause they work together.
Vox nodded slightly. Even when he wasn't speaking, Shoto swears he can still feel the sarcasm escaping off the demon.
His boss made his way to the kitchen. "I'll make us lunch, does that sound alright?" He asked, already setting up the ingredients before Shoto could respond.
"Whaâ let me help too!-"
"Shush, no." He was quickly interrupted by a loud shh sound as he saw Vox had a finger over his lips. "I insist." He firmly spoke. Looks like Shoto can't squirm his way out of this one. Vox was always so damn persistent. "Not that I don't trust your cooking but Jesus! Let me treat you, big guy." The chef admitted in a defeated tone which caused Shoto to snicker.
"Okay, okay! I get it. I'll get out of your hair.." He trailed off. "Do you want me to watch you or?"
"In my room would be better. It's down the hall to your right." He instructed. Shoto nodded before dashing off to find the room.
If it wasn't obvious enough, he was a tad excited to see Vox's apartment. He liked how everything looked and wanted to see more and more until there's nothing left.
Finally making his way to the male's room. He opened the door as he was brought with yet another simple looking area.
It had some paintings hung up that seemed to be old japanese drawings of tides and other things like flowers. He was also greeted with a big bed that had red velvety sheets that seemed way too silky to be true.
Shoto could already feel how comfortable it was just by staring at it!
He roamed around, his eyes darting anywhere they can possibly go.
The male had a desk with some nick-nacks which seemed to be some souvenirs scattered around and a few picture frames of him and the other chefs.
He could see how each of their personalities shined through just by how my smiled and posed.
Vox was the one holding onto the camera, as he should- his arms were long as fuck. Ike with his hands ontop of a book that layed on his lap with a gentle smile. He can sense the charm a mile away.
Shu in the back with a peace sign and a smirk that perked up his cheeks. You can feel the meme energy off him.
But what caught Shoto off guard was that Mysta and Luca were also included in the picture.
Surprised, he grabbed the frame and turned it over to see the date being years back.
Were they highschoolers at this time? They did seem a bit younger than what they currently looked but Shoto wouldn't have expected them to be classmates!
"See something you like?" A voice emerged which caused Shoto to shriek in response. Fumbling a bit with the frame, he looked back at the door to be Vox leaning over the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"Hahâ No- Just looking around." He tried his best to cover up what the fuck he was just doing, though failing miserably as some would call it.
Vox sighed in contentment. "You lie horribly, Shoto. I bet you have some questions." As if he was reading his damn mind, he said what Shoto couldn't find words to express.
The slayer nodded slowly, still cautious if the man would tease him or not. He can't make any sudden movements or he may trigger the gears to work in Vox's head to make embarrassing remarks of him.
"Well, I'll gladly answer them over a cup of tea and a meal infront of us." He gestured out the door. "Now shall we?"