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

Ch. 4; Our second meeting... today.

Vox would enter his bedroom, closing the door and throwing himself onto his bed.

"Ugh!... I fucking bombed that 'meeting' with Alastor!" Vox would throw his hands up in defeat, like a school girl who just embarrassed herself in-front of a crush.

"I mean, flowers?! From his garden?! Ugh..." Vox would sound and be disappointed in himself.

"What am I supposed to do, Al?..." Vox would turn over to his Alastor body pillow [yes, he has one of those, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

The pillow did not respond, for it was a pillow.

"You're right, I should try to speak to that shit stain again!" Vox would say with a sudden burst of confidence as he sat up.

"Right, that red fucker would never talk to me... willingly at least..." Box would say less enthusiastically.

Little did Vox know, a certain shadow was watching him from the corner of his room.

—————Alastor's cabin, 7:28 PM—————
Alastor sat in semi shock as 'he' watched Vox talk to a pillow with an image of him on it about what had happened.

"Hm, I suppose he does love me." Alastor said to himself, not fully registering what he just witnessed.

". . ."

"HE LOVES ME?!" Alastor would shoot up from his chair, now shocked, with slight blush on his cheeks.

——————Vox's bedroom, 7:38——————
Alastor's shadow would crawl up beside Vox's bed, causing Vox to jump back and fall off the other side.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Was what Vox said before getting up and looking at the shadow.

Vox would climb back onto his bed.

"A-Alastor?..." Was what Vox said, before going to touch the shadow's head, in which he was successful.

The Alastor's shadow would lean into Vox's touch.

Vox would be surprised, this thing looked like Alastor, but he could already tell that the shadow was nothing like him.

Alastor's shadow would climb onto Vox, making him lay down on the bed, the shadow would cling onto Vox, not letting go and trapping him as it would nuzzle its head on Vox's.

All Vox would do is pet the shadow, and slowly fall asleep.

Little did Vox know, a certain deer demon could feel what the shadow could.

—————Alastor's cabin, 7:46 PM—————
Alastor would pant, digging his claws into the chair.

"M-Make it stop..." Alastor said with a flushed expression as blush riddled his entire face, leaving it as red as his hair.

Just then, Alastor felt a tug on his tail, making him let out a moan.

He would cover his mouth, upset with himself at such a trivial thing.

Then, it would all stop, signaling that Vox was done petting his shadow.

"That shadow is going to die when it gets back..."