Chapter 20 - History repeats itself

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mild warning: implications of Vox [kinda?] wanting s//x
[there is no s//x, this may be a mature fic but I'm not going to that level of NSFW]
oh, and babbling

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The two men woke up about an hour later, still snuggled up. They blinked their eyes a bit before realising the state. They then stared at each other awkwardly.

Alastor pulled away, and Vox begrudgingly pushed him away. He sat up, spotting the mess of pacifiers and onesies. His eyes widened slightly as he clenched the bedsheets, quickly getting up to put it back in the box and then pushing it into the closet.

Alastor watched, with an amused smirk.

"Ah, you seem upset, dw-...dear"

Vox grumbled.

"Of course I am! This whole...thing is just stupid!"

He whined like a child, stomping his foot gently.

"Ah, now is something we can agree on."

Vox sat back on the bed, taking a deep sigh, before looking back up, pouting.

"How about we get back to what we were doing before...that"

"Ah...right."

Vox stood up, standing in front of the bed now, trying to sort himself out, but his thoughts were still pretty scrambled. Why couldn't he just...not regress?!

After a long silence, Vox buffered a little and clenched the corners of his screen.

"JU-UST ST-O-OP IT!"

Alastor was still resting on the bed, looking around the room and ignoring Vox.

"Stop...what...exactly?"

He hesitated saying each word, almost thinking about whether he wanted to say it or not, which made Vox turn around and raise an eyebrow. 

"I'm trying to...nothing...why are you hesitating anyway?"

He looked away and gave a nervous smile.

"Oh! Haha..well...it's nothing...Vox.."

"Hm...it can't just be "nothing"!"

"It's nothing! Nothing!"

Alastor pouted and crossed his arms, also hitting his foot on the bed.

"Ooohh!!"

Vox teased, walking over to him.

"The big bad radio demon is throwing a tantrum! Hahahah!"

He taunted, eventually just repeating it over and over again.

"NO I'M NOTT!!"

He growled, sitting up and slapping Vox's arm.

"Ow!!"

Vox smacked him back, which eventually just turned into a full-blown kicking and hitting fight.

"STOP IT!"
"NO!"
"I SAID STOP ITTTT!!!!"

They kept at this for about 5 minutes, before realising that they were meant to be acting like adults right now. Vox awkwardly detached himself from Alastor, chuckling awkwardly.

"Back to the...uh...thing we should've been doing ages ago."

"Ah..yes...what were you even planning?"

Alastor rubbed his arm.

"Well...I was planning something..."fun"...in a way..."

"Fun? Were you seriously planning to just...do that with me?!"

"Yes- No- Well...kinda...it doesn't feel right anymore...I want something...different...a different kind of fun."

Alastor raised an eyebrow.

"And that is..?"

"Well..."

He grumbled, not wanting to admit it.

"Either way, I don't believe I truly want it..."

He laid back on the bed, crossing his arms and staring at the ceiling.

"I'm a grown man after all...not a childish 4-year-old. I'm sick of this."

He stood back up, looking as if he had the best idea in his life.

"That's it! I'm just gonna...stop being...little."

Alastor raised his eyebrows, then looked away in thought. That would've probably solved a lot of these...embarrassing situations that just happened.

"Ah...I can't say that isn't a splendid idea...I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of that."

"See? I can come up with clever ideas!"

"Oh please, don't flw-flatter yourself."

Vox glanced at Alastor, raising an eyebrow. He sat on the bed, next to Alastor.

"What's going on with your speech?"

"It's...nothing...I promisuh"

Alastor went pale.

Vox chuckled.

"Awh! You're acting like a baby who can't talk correctly!"

Alastor whined in protest, but...he didn't wanna speak up in case he accidentally babbled again.

Vox continued to taunt him.

"Alastor's a baby! Alastor's a baby!"

He repeated it over and over again, which made Alastor grumble more.

"Shut up!"

He yelled at Vox, which only made him giggle more and roll onto his stomach.

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