You arrive home to see velvette and vox Arguing Velvette: WELL ITS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT THAT IM MAD THAT YOUR LITTLE PRINCE VALENTINO RIPPED UP MY BEST MODEL. She yells pointing at her model that has been murdered by valentino Vox: WELL I CANT CONTROL HIM. They both notice you Both: Hi..... *They say alwardly ignoring the situation
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