Static Show (Vox x Alastor)

Caught Snooping

Hi, it's me again. Comments, questions, and suggestions are always appreciated.

TW: Cussing, violence

Recap:
I heard the door open and I quickly turned around. My eyes widened. Two glowing red eyes peered at me.

Vox POV

    I looked down at Alastor's piercing gaze. He lifted a neatly groomed brow. "Vox, why are you here. Why in the nine circles of hell are you hiding in my closet. Please, for the life of everything unholy, enlighten me on why you have hidden in my closet." Before I could respond, a gloved hand reached out. Alastor pulled me up by the bow tie, giving me a sharp glare. "Answer me, Vox." I gulped.

     "I was, well I was um. I was just now. I was just looking for...Something. I was looking for what... Size, yeah. I was checking what size you were, you know." Rubbing the back of my neck, I looked down at him nervously. He squinted up at me. "Why didn't you ask instead?" I shrugged, "It was for a surprise," I lied smoothly. "That was a lot of stumbling for a simple answer." Fuck, he was on to me. "You caught me off guard." He lifted a brow. "And why were you on the floor?" I froze. "I-I couldn't find the tag for your size." His grin widened. "Why on earth would it be at the bottom of my clothes?" I shrugged, "I dunno you're strange." His grip moved from my bow tie to my neck. "Unlike you, Vox, I am not a fool. So I'll ask you again. Why were you in my closet?"

Alastor's POV

     I pulled Vox closer and stared at his screen. He stared back at me, not a single word spoken. I pushed him against the wall of my closet. "Answer me," Vox gulped before saying, "I was just um, looking for my room." I narrowed my eyes, "Vox, when will you learn lying does not work with me. Get out of my room." I glared at him as he made his way out. Ugh. He looks like a kicked puppy.

     I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I walked to the door and locked it. I closed my eyes as I cursed the knob. I turned around and walked to the bed. I flopped down onto it face first. I groaned. Why was he here? What was he doing in my wardrobe?

     I shook my head, I couldn't deal with this. I was exhausted. I could worry after I sleep. I got off the bed and made my way to the bathroom connected to my room. I began to fill the tub with warm water. Once, it was sufficiently filled. I began to undress. After I was bare, I dipped my hoof into the warm water. Once my entire body was in the tub, I finally began to relax. Ahh, this was the best thing that had happened today! I closed my eyes and sank lower.

     My shadow popped up, tilting their head. I nodded, "Won't you be a dear and bring me the apple-scented one?" They nodded and disappeared. They reappeared holding a green bottle before pouring the contents into the tub. After securing the lid, my shadow jumped right in, causing a splash. I giggled, "Well, someone's excited" they nodded excitingly. They stared at me for a while. They began tilting their head again. "I refuse to talk about that buffoon," I glowered. They put their hands up in a plea before nodding their head. I sighed.

     "He's a no-good man who is too obsessed with technology and power to be around. Not to mention, he calls me sobriquets such as Bambi, baby, sweetie, and my least favorite babe. I am not his harlot that he thinks he can just string along. He acts as if I would even consider him to be my paramour. He's always trying to grab my waist or hold my hand as if I would ever fraternize with the likes of him. He is without a doubt, a disgusting, lecherous, and crass man. He shouldn't even be breathing the same air as me. He is the only sinner on earth who I can't even fathom why anyone would even converse with such a cad." I was practically fuming after my speech. I looked at my shadow, who tilted their head cutely. Then a grin spread on their void-like face. They made a small whiteboard before jotting down something on it. "Oh? What's that?" I asked. Their smile practically split their face in half while they turned the small whiteboard. On the paper, it read, "I think you like him." 

     I face-palmed, then asked, "Are you mentally deficient?" The poor thing seems to deflate a bit. "Did you not listen to a single word that comes out of my maw? I just spent 15 minutes complaining about that cretin. You, for some ungodly reason, think I would even spare a single glance at that bothersome man." 

     I went back to cleaning my scarred arms with a loofah. Then scrubbing my hair with shampoo, afterward, I slathered it with conditioner. After washing it, I cleaned my, um privates. "Stop looking at me," I snapped at the curious shadow. I proceeded to scold them, "You've seen me wash for decades. Stop staring at me." That seemed to make the obnoxious shadow stop.

     I looked to the side. In my view, I saw the shadow look quite miserable. I sighed. I looked at the shadow before holding their right hand. I then asked, "Would you like me to give you light washing?" My shadow perked up, nodding vigorously. I pushed the loofah underwater. I then added some more soap. I began to scrub my shadow's limbs, making sure to be gentle. Once each was thoroughly clean, I dipped them underwater. Then I began to add shampoo to the shadow's dark hair. I rinsed that off, then added conditioner. After it was sufficiently mixed, I rinsed it off. They tilted their head. I shook my head. Then I answered, "No, you can do that yourself."

That's it, folks, for now.