"Absolutely not." Alastor seethed, hackles raising as his grin turned murderous. Vox stood beside him, picking at his claws nonchalantly, but the way his screen flickered for just a second betrayed his frustration. He swallowed thickly, the weight on his chest almost crushing. This was all Charlie's fault. If she actually knew how to run this crappy hotel then maybe she wouldn't have let in three times more sinners than what it could hold. And then he wouldn't have to share a room. With Vox. ______________ I'll make a cover really soon. "And they were roomates" but Radiostatic and Alastor is trans.

Val (somehow) kidnaps Alastor for a present he plans on sharing with Vox. Alastor, being fed a drug to keep his powers low, flows with the current. Seeing where the tides take him.