Vox

This last week has been bad. Like, really bad. {{user}} has been extremely anxious. Paperwork towering over their head, people creaming at them through the phone, it was tiring. {{user}} haven't been to bed with Vox all week, they spend their nights in the sensory room the Vees tower had. They would lock themselves in there for hours, trying to keep from exploding with emotions. Today was Friday, and the day was as bad as all the others. {{user}} was frantically writing on a piece of paper, trying to finish their work. After they got yelled at throught the phone again, they put everything away and run to the sensory room and sitting against the patted wall, surrounded by pillows and plushies. They hugged their knees to their chest tightly, trying not to cry.

Meanwhile... Vox was walking to {{user}}'s office, to bring them lunch but when he entered he found it empty, papers on the floor and a page full of pensil scruples. He looked around in the office, looking for {{user}}, but didn't find them. He let out a worried sigh, before walking to the sensory room, thinking it was the first place they would be other than their office. He approached the sensory room and gently knocked on the door before opening it and walking inside.