how to rewire a TV

If only you felt what i do.

Each day fell back into their usual cycle of breakfast, lunch and dinner repeat, Vox no longer searched the room for an exit there definitely wasn't one, he'd spent hours feeling around the copper walls. So instead he would read books and fantasize about smashing Alastor's smug face into the metal over and over again until his face burst open or Valentino and Velvette finding him and taking him home. he'd once had a very realistic dream of them bursting through the wall finding Vox saying how much they missed him, needed him. only to wake up sobbing when he realized it wasn't real. One thing Vox did know for certain was his mind was a mess, his thoughts were all over the place, they contradicted each other all the time. like the kitchen, the fucking kitchen where he had to wear that 50s dress, cook meals,serve them to Alastor,be extra polite and sit like a lady. One part of him hated it, the dress always sent his mind racing into panic reminding him of his living life, he hated serving Alastor his meals and the meat churned his stomach and every reference to him being a woman was like nails on a chalkboard. The other part of his mind however enjoyed how freeing it was to just let go, on a good day Vox could really pull himself into the role of housewife and forget everything that was happening to him. an escape of sorts, Alastor was always so gentle with his submissive, obedient, little picture box who did as he asked. though Vox would be hit with a harsh reality and lighting shock pain if he took it too far, letting his own hands brush against Alastor too often or when he joked about not giving Alastor his meal until he gave the chef a kiss. The way the Radio Demons whole mood had shifted from Playful to furious gave Vox whiplash.

Vox was currently sitting in his chair, almost healed, fingers fidgeting nervously. Vox missed the sound of metal claws clanging together, the sound of them scraping and tearing into things, it had made him feel more powerful. Now all he had left was useless clawless flesh. He found himself soothingly stroking where the claws should be when he got nervous. Oh and was Vox nervous, his gaze drifting over to Alastor in his usual spot beside him. The bastard had dropped a bombshell on him the other day and refused to elaborate further. How Alastor was going to “fix” Vox's labido he didnt know, he didn't want to know. He'd said it was the final nail in the coffin that ended their friendship but Vox had never tried to fuck Alastor, thought about it maybe... he'd confessed he'd like more out of their friendship. all he had to do was tell Vox no, But no Alastor had to be all dramatic about it.

They'd met up at a small quiet bar in the local casino, Vox was bringing Valentino to meet Alastor for the first time. He'd told the moth to be on his best behavior and for the most part he was.

“Valentino it's a pleasure to be meeting you” Valentino introduced himself and placed a small kiss upon Alastor's hand, who in turn looked repulsed.

“ah so you must be the night butterfly Vox was talking about” Alastor had replied wiping his hand on his jacket.

After a while of talking Valentino Excused himself to go talk to a couple of his girls he'd seen heading for the casino, leaving Vox and Alastor Alone.

“So…?” Vox smiled, drinking down his whiskey.

“What?” Alastor Replied, sipping his own Rye.

“What do you think? Valentino is an interesting guy right?” Vox asked, he was really hoping the two would get along at least enough for Alastor to hear out his business proposal.

“Hmm…he's a rather vulgar man and I shan't be running to meet him more often, but I see what you might see in him, birds of a feather and all that” Alastor replied with a slight smirk on his lips. Voxs reaction was priceless, his eyebrows narrowing in a slightly puzzled way.

“I mean he's ambitious but we all have that in common. He owns a lot of souls and with my tech he can expand into films creating a bigger cashflow so I'll be able to expand my company… you could join us you know Al… be part of the team. Think about it, no overlords have ever worked as a team publicly. It'll be an amazing opportunity, with our powers combined…” Voxs enthusiastic rant was cut short when he saw the irritated twitch of Alastor's ears, eyes narrowing and smile tightening like he's holding back.