Posing For A Picture | Radiostatic

† | Chapter Fifteen | †

† | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | †

† | BITTERSWEET HONEY | †

The next few days seemed to go by slowly but fittingly. Vox helped Alastor around the hotel, although if we're being honest neither of them did very much. At some point, Charlie and Alastor had to go run an errand, leaving Vox in charge.

"Vox, dear, would you come into the living room?" Alastor called. Charlie stood beside him, looking at a list of things.

Vox came down the stairs. He walked over to Alastor with a bit of a pep in his step. "Yes, Al-?" The Tv demon said, but before he could finish was taken by the chin or what would be if not for his head, and spoken to in an almost teasing tone. The way someone would refer to a child. "Charlie and I have something important to take care of, so why don't you just stay here and hold the fort down, hm?"

Vox went still, looking up at Alastor for a moment in silence. A smug grin then slowly etched onto his face. "Only if I get a treat.." He purred. Alastor rolled his eyes and let go. "What makes you think I'll reward you?"

Vox stood upright and put his arms behind his back. He looked away slightly, but still kept his eyes on his husband. "We'll, I don't have to watch the place for you, you know."

"We'll, aren't you full of yourself."

"You know you love it."

"Unfortunately so."

Alastor then shook his head. He linked his arm with Charlie and they turned to leave. "Alright then, darling, I'll have you a reward if you do a good job." Alastor waved. Vox stood still, his jealousy flaring.

Who does she think she is, huh? That... That's my husband!

He began to fidget with his ring.

He married me, not her, she shouldn't be allowed to- But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door closing.

He let out a sigh and frowned. You're acting fragile, Vox... Get ahold of yourself.

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Alastor and Charlie would be out for the rest of the day. Vox... Didn't exactly know how to handle his job too well though. For starters, No one respected him. At all. Well, Nifty might've... But... He wasn't too sure.

Her eyes were very vacant, she might just listen to anyone, so it was hard to tell.

Angel didn't try to cover his distaste at all; seeing as Vox often watched and let him be abused. The spider folded his arms and turned away in an almost uptight manner. Although it wasn't out of snootiness that he did so.

Husk was... Well, Husk. He doesn't respect anyone. Never has and probably never will.

Baxter was doing his own thing somewhere else, so he certainly didn't care.

Isn't this a cheery band of misfits... Vox thought to himself, before turning to look towards the door. Most of the day was filled with everyone ignoring Vox when he told them to do something or not to do something.