Sacherrine Melody

Saccharine Melody

There was a knock on Alastor's door at late hour, because of course there was.

The Radio Demon resigned and unlocked the door with a lazy swipe of magic, trying desperately to preserve the relaxing mood set by the warm lit fireplace and his favorite record set on loop to nuzzle the background.

"Alastor!"

Sweet Heavens.

"You can't just ghost a guy like that!" A scrambled voice called out. "Alastor, you promised you'd be there, I mean c'mon-"

Vox - because of course it's always Vox- welcomes himself into the residency on prompt.

"I've been trying to reach you through the telephone n' everything-" Vox continued, words flying at a hundred miles per hour. "Alastor, I thought you got into a fight with another Overlord or something-"

"Oh." Vox stammered suddenly, interrupting his own train of thought.

His throat closed up as soon as his eyes caught onto the relaxed scene of Alastor sprawled out on his armrest. The nook of the Radio Demons bathrobe dangling at nape of his neck, flirting with the possibility of revealing tufts of chest fur highlighted by the fireplace- Fuck.

He wasn't sure for how long he eyed Alastor. Probably an embarrassing length.

Vox did his best to burn it into his memory card.

"Yeah uhm, the uh- the thing." Vox stuttered out stupidly, forgetting what he even wanted to yell out in the first place. Hypnotized by the others rather vulnerable positioning.

Vox's peripherals caught the sight of a ripped telephone wire at the wall. Well, that might answer a few questions about Alastor not picking up his phone.

"Apologies for the sudden loss in communication, old pal." Alastor stood up in his seat, cloth recovering his torso. "I've been trying to cut off any distractions this evening."

"Yeah uh-" Vox ignored Alastor's implications. "- Anyways . I just wanted to see if you were alright. That's all."

Alastor waited for Vox to continue, there was never a ' That's all ' or ' One thing ' when it came to Vox. He mentally prepared himself for a ramble and a half.

"Since we're here, I want to inquire why you didn't come to the milestone celebration."

Bingo . There was the real motive of visitation.

"Y'know ," The electronic voice emphasized. "The super important one I've been mentioning for weeks on end?"

Alastor sighed. He adjusted to comfort in his seating.

"I'm not demanding for you to come,"

Sure thing. Alastor thought to himself.

"I just y'know ..." The Television Demon softened his stance. "I mean, y'know Al. Y'know?"

"Very specific, old pal." Alastor blankly blinked. "You didn't mind me slipping away from the last three or so parties you hosted. Why is it a problem now?"

"Yeah, but this one was actually super important, Al." Vox groaned. "Don't get me wrong- I'm not forcing you come, but, I'd love to have you there."

"I'm aware." Alastor nods nonchalantly, trying to tune back into the relaxing jazz echoing in the room.

"But at the same time- c'mon Al! You were the guest of honor! C'monnn." Vox protested, leaning against Alastor's bookshelf. "You can't just bail out like that whenever you feel like it."