>{~ Static of different kinds || A Vox x Alastor story ~}<

Ch. 3; Ah, rats.

**Art by Knave B X on twitter, I think ¯\_(ツ)_/**

Alastor would put his book down on the table, followed by his reading glasses.

He would get up from his chair, thinking 'Who could that be?...' , nobody knew the location of his house, except Nifty and Husker, and now... one more person has been added to the list.

Alastor would open the door, to see Vox, his worst enemy, holding a bouquet of flowers that seemed to come out of his garden.

"Uh, here, fuck!" Vox would wear a flustered expression as he ran away, tripping in the mud and just laying there for a bit.

Alastor would watch as Vox shoved flowers in his face, he took them, he then watched Vox trip, he snickered, but he was more confused then anything.

Vox would get up, looking back to see a confused Alastor.

'Better than mad, it's a win.' Vox would think with confidence as he ran away.

Alastor would step back into his house, closing the door behind him.

Alastor would sniff the flowers, thinking about how they smelled, they smelled nice.

After smelling the flowers and appreciating they're sent, Alastor would summon a vase containing water, he would then put the flowers in and set it on the kitchen counter.

"What was that about?..." Alastor wondered aloud.

Alastor would make his way back to his red chair, his heels clicking against the floor.

Returning his reading glasses to his head, he sat on the chair, picking up the book and flipping to the page he left off.

But, when he tried to read, his mind went back to the Media Demon.

"Why would Vox come here just to rip up my flowers and give them back?..." Alastor stated, narrating what had just happened.

". . ."

"He couldn't love me, right?" Alastor said, sating the obvious to no one but himself.

——————Vox's office, 4:27 PM——————
Vox would re-enter his office, with a stern expression in order for any employees to not see the embarrassed and defeated reality of the Media demon.

Once the door to his office was closed and locked, he grasped a bottle of liquor that he had already there.

"Why in Lucifer's-" Vox would take a swing of the poison he was putting in his body.

[**A/N**: Alcohol is actually considered poison, look it up if you don't believe me.]

"-name did I fucking do that?!" Vox exclaimed to nobody, having no idea of the point of that visit.

Vox would fall back into his swivel chair, making it turn back the way of his desk.

"What's a T.V to do..."

—————Alastor's cabin, 4:39 PM—————
Alastor would place the book he was reading down on the table, followed by his reading glasses.

"Why would he give me flowers?..." Wondered Alastor once more as he looked into the fire.

"It had to be to annoy me... yeah, that's it." That wasn't it.