Posing For A Picture | Radiostatic

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Vox groans tiredly, the sound of beeping coming from the alarm in his head. He rolls onto his face, in an attempt to muffle the alarm, but it continues to go off until he sits up and swipes across his faces screen to shut it off. He looks at his bed, adorned with custom made merchandise of Alastor, such as a body pillow and doll. He sighs, standing up and stretching his limbs before walking over to his dresser and grabbing a clean pair of boxers and socks.

God, I wish I didn't have to wake up this early. He thought, kneeing the drawer shut and walking to his closet to grab a freshly pressed tux. Suddenly, his head starts ringing, he's getting a call from Valentino. "Fuck." He groans, but answers anyways, the icon moving from his screen to the television on the wall. "Heyyy~, good morning sleepyhead." Valentino purred, gaining an eye roll from Vox. "Hey. Yeah." He huffed, starting to unbutton his pajamas. Valentino chuckled, leaning against the screen. "Don't be like that! I said good morning~!"

Vox raises a brow but gives Valentino a faux grin. "You're right, I should be nicer. Good morning." His voice was laced with sarcasm that Valentino didn't exactly catch onto. "There we go!" Valentino backs away from the screen a bit, smiling. Vox went to pinch the bridge of his nose, before realizing he didn't exactly have one. He still hasn't gotten used to that, it pissed him off that his head wasn't exactly 3D anymore. "Was there something you needed?" He asked, before an awkward silence befell the two.

Vox stared at Val, waiting for a response.

"No."

Vox almost vibrated with anger but he kept himself in check. "Well, I'm going to take a shower-" He began before Valentino interrupted him. "Without me?" Another silence befell the two before Vox flicked his wrist at the TV to hang up. "Damn bug."

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Vox left for the bathroom, locking the door once he got in, turning on the water for his shower. He removes his pajamas, tossing them into the hamper before getting into the shower, a bit of electricity flickering around as the water hits him. "Hopefully the news has something to look at." He sighed, before projecting the news onto the wall in front of him from his face.

Nothing really caught his eye, so he switched to Hellstagram and scrolled through it until he found a picture with Alastor in it, smiling a bit before he caught himself and stopped projecting. What is wrong with me...

He grimaced, turning off the water and getting out of the shower, drying himself and getting dressed. He looked at his tux, which was blue and striped with a coattail at the bottom, before adjusting the cuffs and walking out of the bathroom, only to be met by Valentino. "You locked me out..." Val pouted. Vox sighed, starting to walk off. "Sometimes I just want to do things alone, Val." He explained as Valentino started to follow him. He walks down the stairs, before saying something else. "We don't have to leech off each other, you know. Besides, you have Angel. Make him entertain you."

Valentino huffed and continued to pout. "Yeah, but he's at that stupid hotel." Valentino muttered, following Vox into the kitchen and looming over his shoulder. Vox groaned, putting his shoes on before walking to the fridge. "Whatever. I'll go get him." Vox grumbled, searching through the fridge. This shocked Valentino a little, as Vox wasn't the type to leave the tower. "Really?" He tilts his head, making a squeak with his antennae. "Yeah, sure. Since Alastor isn't there, it won't be a problem for me. I'll just pop by and pick him up." Vox reiterated. Valentino grinned and hugged Vox tightly, slightly pushing him against the fridge. "Thank you~."

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Vox left the tower and got in the back of his limo, instructing the driver to go to the Hazbin Hotel. He sits back as the car starts moving and looks at his phone the entire time.

Things are gonna be so much easier with Alastor not around. Still, I don't know, maybe I feel bad? I should probably get rid of all that stuff... It's weird to worship a dead person... Double dead person? Ugh.

He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and thinking, rubbing what would be his temple.

Stupid deer. I hate him. Or at least, I should, right? Satan, it hurts to think... It's fine, whatever, I didn't care anyways.

Vox sat up straight, his TV head returning to its usual position. He taps his foot impatiently as the car comes to a stop and he gets out, adjusting his cuffs again. Vox walks up to the door, giving it a good patterned knock.

He waits for a moment before he's greeted by an eager Charlie.

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"Hi there! I'm Charlie-"

She starts, before Vox interrupts her while looking at his phone. "Yeah, I know who you are, Ms. Morningstar." Vox grumbled, getting a flustered chuckle out of Charlie. "Oh, uh. Okay. Mhm." She muttered before moving out of the way to let him in. "I'm looking for uh-" Vox began, putting his phone away and looking up, before catching sight of Alastor over by the living area. "An...gel... Dust..." He said, out of focus until Charlie spoke. "Oh, yeah, sure! I'll go get him!" She chimed, walking off to go grab Angel. Vox stands up straighter, adjusting his bowtie as he looks towards Alastor, composing himself and making a smug expression.

Alastor, who was helping Nifty reach something, saw Vox out of the corner of his eye. He felt a little angry that Vox was here, in his clear Territory. He gently set Nifty down. "Huh?" She looked up at Alastor in confusion. "Just a moment." He smiled, patting her head before walking over to Vox, hitting his cane against the ground firmly to get his attention. "Vox." He muttered, an underlying aggression in his tone. "Alastor." Vox responded smugly.

"So, what brings you here. I doubt you want anything to do with being redeemed, seeing as you're such filth." Alastor said statically. Vox felt his anger boil, not because Alastor insulted him, but because Alastor thought that he couldn't be redeemed. "Really? Well, I'm a changed man, Alastor. You'd be surprised, seeing as you're incapable of moving past our breakup. Careful, you'll pop a vein." He teased. Alastor clenched his teeth tightly, continuing to smile with a forced chuckle. "I assure you, I'm well past that, it was child play to begin with. And if you're really here for redemption, I don't doubt it's just because you want your public image to be pristine."

Alastor huffed, popping his cane out of existence before placing his arms behind his back in a cocky manner. "Now, Alastor, I honestly expected better of you than to assume. But that's fine. We can't all be good people." Vox grinned, looking over at Charlie as she returned with Angel. Alastor grumbled quietly to himself. Noisy television. He thought.

"Ms. Morningstar, I've just decided. I want a crack at this redemption thing. You think I've got a shot?" He asked, gaining a loud and happy squeak from Charlie just happy to have another patron. "Yes!"

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Danke Fürs Lesen. Thanks For Reading.

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