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Peacefully in his “slumber” (Alastor staring off into space) he is disrupted by a rude and sudden buzz on his nightstand. A wretched device he wouldn't use, not even in his worst nightmare. Yet here it is judging him as it waits for him to answer the text.
Said device was given to him by his.. Colleague for lack of better words.
He reaches for it, a bit ticked off since it's really late now. He knows the only possible person that could be texting him is of course, Vincent.. or was it Vox now?
It's not like the radio demon himself cares for that, surely. But he will still ask anyway because why not!
He opens and reads the message sent
Vox:I cant sleep..
Al: I don't care.
Vox:🙁
Vox: dont u care abt me now?Al: I always don't care.
Alastor stares at his screen for a moment, before abruptly getting up
Fuck, am i really gonna go over there now?
But his feet spoke for him before he could answer for himself, he grabs his staff and snaps his fingers to get changed quickly. Changing manually would take too long and he decided that perhaps it's a little too important for him to wait to be there. He grabs the phone he claims to despise and shoves it in his pocket
Checking the mirror one last time to make sure he looks presentable, he snaps his fingers again and arrives at the door of Vox’s complex.
He knocks on Vox’s door and waits, but his phone buzzes in return
Vox: SOMEONES KNOCKING ON MY DOOR WTF
Al: open up, stupid,
Al: It's cold out here.
Alastor hears the commotion inside and lets out an honest giggle,
Stupid cute naive Vincent, always so eager to be there for me isn't he?
Oh what am I thinking? I really got to let these ugly weaknesses to pipe down.
Snapped out of his thoughts he hears the creak of the door and sees the blue sinner, about the same height as him but honestly it just might be the heels!
“Al! You're here, sorry I took a bit.. i was fixing the place up and such”
A faint blue tint appears over his screen as he exaggerates his movements and finally opens the door wide enough to let Alastor come in.
“No worries Vincent, or was it Vox now?” he cleverly brings up the question, a calculated move indeed.
“I'm glad you asked! I was thinking of rebranding to Vox, that way it could really fit in with my company. It's also a lot more memorable if you ask me”
Vox seeps into that chatty flow he always does which to give him credit, never fails to not amuse Alastor. Making their way to the couch they sit down and talk for what seems like hours on end, Vox misses this each time he has to part from the beloved radiohost.
Chatter shifts to them talking about the classics, to them watching a movie. Blinking slowly and then bobbing heavy, Vox lets the sleep finally consume him. His body slowly falls to Alastor's shoulder, startling him as he looks down; only to be met with the peacefully sleeping picture box.
Alastor snaps a blanket without hesitation and gently covers him, not sure what to do. Should he stay? Looking at Vox again he thinks,
I guess it couldn't hurt to stay.
Readjusting Vox's head, so it can lay comfortably on Al's lap instead. He snaps a pillow for himself too. By heaven's miracle, Alastor starts dozing to sleep as well.
And soon enough he too, is fast asleep.