The Friend In A Voice

"My voice is ugly."

V didn't know what to say. He shrugged, feeling a tinge of something unfamiliar ascend from his stony layers. His lips scrunched into a small grimace, as he faced the other direction. "Don't be dramatic."

"I'd rather not."

"Do you honestly think I give one? Just keep it on," V said absently.

Erin's eyes spat insults that his mouth couldn't. His voice was soft. And to some extent, Erin himself didn't mind it, but with what is very statistically likely, potentially, a prepubescent sat across him, it wouldn't make the night any easier to manage. It's not like he'll see him after today, or ever again by the end of this month. What a beautiful advantage. Definitely outweighed out the cons. 

He flicked around his fingers, tapping whatever button he needed to on his hovering menu.

"Mic's on. Happy?" V r