Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 10 : Breakfast Time

(Alastor's POV)

The morning light filters into my room, I slowly stir from my slumber, greeted by the loud sound of movement in the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I make my way downstairs, curious to see what Vox has been up. As I descend the staircase, the distant clatter of pots and pans draws me into the kitchen. There, amidst a cloud of flour and the aroma of burning eggs, I find Vox. His screen displays a flurry of static and I can see the tension in the tightness of his frame as he wrestles with the unfamiliar task before him. "Good morning, Vox", I greet him with a chuckle, leaning against the doorway as I take in the scene before me. "What do we have here?". Vox looks up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he gestures to the culinary catastrophe before him. "Well, I thought I'd try my hand at making breakfast" he explains, a hint of embarrassment colouring his words. He runs a hand along his screen, the static flickering briefly before retuning to its usual display, "But it seems I may have underestimated the complexity of the task". I can't help but laugh at his candid admission, the sight of him standing in the chaos of the kitchen filling me with a sense of fondness. "Looks like we'll be having a rather interesting meal this morning" I remark, moving to join him in the kitchen.

Together, we set to work salvaging what we can from Vox's culinary misadventure, sharing laughter as we turn the mishmash of ingredients into something resembling a meal. "Looks like we have a new project on our hands" I chuckle, taking a seat at the table opposite Vox. "I'll have to give you some cooking lessons. Can't have you being a bad cook now, can we?". He sheepishly grins, poking at his food with a fork. "I suppose not" he concedes, a hint of amusements in his voice. "But I have to admit, watching me struggle in the kitchen must be quite entertaining". I laugh, shaking my head fondly. "Entertaining is one word for it" I jest, reaching across the table to nudge him playfully. "But don't worry, my friend. With a bit of practise, you'll be a master chef in no time". He laughs, swatting my hand away with a mock glare. "Well, I'll hold you to that Alastor" he replies, his eyes sparkling. "But for now, I think I'll leave the cooking to the professionals".

As we dig into our slightly charred breakfast, Vox takes a tentative bite, his expression one of cautious optimism. "Well, it may not be gourmet, but it's edible" he remarks, a hint of surprise in his voice. I nod in agreement, "teaching you to cook might be more of a challenge that I anticipated" I tease, a playful twinkle in my eye. He grins, his screen flickering with a hint of amusement. "Hey, I never claimed to be a culinary master" he retorts. "But I'm willing to learn from the best". I chuckle at his response, "Well, lucky for you, you've got the one and only Radio Demon as your personal chef instructor" I quip, a smirk on my face. "Consider yourself in good hands". Vox rolls his eyes playfully, a smile tugging at his lips. "Oh joy" he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I can hardly contain my excitement". We continue to eat in companionable silence. I can't help but feel grateful for moment like these, the memories we are making.