Radio Silence - (Alastor x Vox)

Chapter 4 - Power Struggle

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Vox wakes up to the weight of a heavy shark pup on his lap and the bitter smell of coffee being put next to him as soon as he opens his eyes. He had a pounding headache from the other night but thankfully a bot had placed some pain medication next to his favourite coffee cup which read 'Fuck Alastor'.

He sat up and patted the still sleeping Vark, moving carefully to not wake him. He takes his pain medication and washes it down with some nice, warm, overly-sweet coffee.

Nothing like a cup of some nice, steaming hot FUCK ALASTOR to start my day~

What he didn't notice was Alastor standing in the corner of the room, a safe distance away from the sleeping shark pup. "And what is that?" Alastor asked disgustedly, gesturing to Vark.

Vox almost spit out his coffee and his pitch shifted deeper, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?!" Vox frantically checked the camera footage installed inside him to see what happened yesterday and it all came back to him, hitting him like a truck.

"Good to see you're as dense as I remember~," Alastor says as he smiles widely, still standing in the corner of the room.

Vox's eyes immediately dart back to Alastor. The radio demon looked dapper as usual, his clothes were no longer ripped and bloodied as they were when Vox had found him. Vox guessed that the Helper Bots had paid a visit to the Tailor for him. Surprisingly, the cut on his face had healed quite well and was barely visible at this point and he looked completely unfazed by what had happened just a few hours ago. His scans told him the radio demon was no longer hurt or vulnerable but instead looked... quite good.

Vox steadied his breathing, composing himself as he blinked back the shock and embarrassment of last night and of Alastor probably seeing Val making out with him. After a short silence, the TV demon remembered what Alasor had asked him to begin with.

"To answer your question. He's a better friend than you ever were. Aren't you Varky Sharky? Who's a goood boy~?" Vox cooed, smiling down at the shark pup who seemed too sleepy to respond to his praise.

Alastor's eye twitched as he watched the unnecessarily wholesome display, "This sickens me." he remarked.

He finally stalked up to Vox and gave him an imposing smile, "But I must thank you, old pal. Your contraptions prove to be somewhat useful." Alastor half-heartedly confesses, gesturing to the helper bots who had patched him up.

"Wish I could say the same about its maker." Alastor teases, his smile growing as Vox's screen seems to redden with frustration.

"Well, your fucking welcome," Vox responds, crossing his legs and sipping from his 'Fuck Alastor' mug which Alastor finally notices.

Just how obsessed was this man...

It had been seven years since Alastor had had an actual conversation with the TV demon (not including the song and dance) and he found it hard to believe Vox had already dedicated a mug to him.

"Well, this exchange has been... rather nostalgic. But I must be on my way now, old pal."
Alastor summoned his, now fixed, radio staff and turned towards the door.

"Wait!" Vox croaked out suddenly before he could compose himself at the knowledge his rival was escaping so soon.

Alastor stopped at the door.

"Who or what exactly... hurt you out there?" Vox asked, concern etching his tone. He wasn't concerned for Alastor, in fact, he didn't care even the slightest for the man. Right... he was just concerned for his business and consumers. Totally.