Complicated and Sad \\ RADIOSILENCE

[3] - Roomates

📺⌇➴ Vox's POV

Vox had been living with Alastor for about a month now, and things were going badly. The two had been getting along well, but lately Alastor had been struggling to get bills paid- as he wasn't getting much money from killing now. And Vox hadn't found a job yet.

Currently he was sitting on the couch, using a candle to light up the area as he scanned through newspapers and magazines for any sort of job he could pick up. Alastor had asked him to not use as much power to keep the bill down, and Vox felt bad for not being able to help anymore- so it was the least he could do.

He kept flipping through the magazines, nothing popping up that seemed good enough. Vox needed something that could pay enough for both his share of the bills and to start saving for his own place.

He tossed the magazines to the side and sighed. He was frustrated, his antennas on his head sparking slightly. Vox didn't know what to do anymore. He needed to help Alastor, he was sure he was losing patience slowly, but Vox just couldn't find anything.

He glanced back at the newspaper. He scanned it quickly. Nothing.

Then his eyes shot wide open as a big, bold word on the newspaper underneath caught his attention.

TV.

Vox quickly grabbed the newspaper and looked at the advertisement.

"Television manager needed- full time job, high salary."

Vox let out a mix of a laugh and a sigh of relief, leaning back against the couch as he read the advertisement more. The job required someone who knew about how televisions were wired, how they worked, etcetera. Vox knew all about televisions. He had worked on them when he was alive.

He ripped the advertisement out of the newspaper and jumped to his feet, running to the front door and grabbing his jacket, slipping his shoes on and running out the door with his key. He needed to get to this place as fast as possible, he needed an interview now before the job was taken.

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Vox arrived at the building, panting slightly. He had ran all the way there, not stopping. He sure looked stupid right now.

He took a deep breath and walked through the door, looking around. He noticed a desk on the other end of the room and he walked up, smiling slightly to the demon who sat on the other side.

"Uh... hello. I'm- I'm here for the job spot?"

The demon looked up, moving hair from in front of her eyes. "Yes. Repair manager?"

Vox nodded, holding the advertisement up with a shaky hand. "I- I believe so, yes."

The demon gave him a look, then looked down at a phone and picked it up, dialing a short number and beginning to speak into it. "Hello. Yes, hi. I have someone here for the interview." She paused, then put the phone down and looked back down at her papers. She gestured to one hand at a door to Vox's left. "Over there. You're welcome to head in."

Vox nodded, smiling wider. "Thank you." He turned and walked through the door, feeling relieved that no one had taken the job.

The room he had entered was a small office, and sitting at the messy desk was a demon with muddy green skin and what Vox assumed was gills on the side of their face.

The demon looked up, gesturing to the seat across the desk from them. Vox sat down, taking a deep breath.

"Hello, I'm Vox. Thank you for seeing me for this."