#[[ tho I'm not sure that handling it like THAT was the wisest choice xD ]]

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@questionablemuses sent: He's just going to flop himself across Alastor's lap purely by coincidence & convenience. "You're my pillow now. Deal with it, cause I'm not moving." ( -shoves a random Vox for Alastor for annoyance- c: )

Alastor visibly startles at the sudden, more than unexpected weight that drops on his legs. The rest of the residents are out, pursuing Charlie's latest activity, so he had decided to take a seat in one of the lounging rooms, alone with a mug of coffee and the daily newspaper. Quiet time is hard to come by these days and, while he thoroughly appreciates the entertainment, at times he still needs his moments of peace and solitude.

Pity that his plans have been ruined before he could even get properly comfortable in his spot.

What the fuck......?

"...Vox?!"

The name leaves his mouth in the same way one would help after they have accidentally stepped on something disgusting, a mixture of stunned horror and rising annoyance.

What in the Seven Rings was that idiot doing at the Hotel? His self-appointed rival is the last person he would expect to see inside those walls, or even anywhere near the building.

Vox should be very much grateful for his shock, because it's the only thing that has kept the Radio Demon from tearing him into shreds the moment their bodies have touched.

"͓̽W͓͓̽̽h͓̽a͓͓̽̽t͓̽ ͓̽d͓͓̽̽o͓̽ ͓̽y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽ ͓̽t͓͓̽̽h͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽k͓̽ ͓̽y͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽u͓̽'͓̽r͓͓̽̽e͓̽ ͓̽d͓͓̽̽o͓͓̽̽i͓͓̽̽n͓͓̽̽g͓̽, ͓̽o͓͓̽̽l͓͓̽̽d͓̽ ͓̽p͓̽a͓͓̽̽l͓̽ ?" He asks, static already starting to distort his voice.

A clawed hand raises, but Alastor finds himself posing for an additional moment before he can push the other Overlord off. Vox looks...odd. His limbs are a little too relaxed, his screen keeps wobbling lightly from side to side and he can see little glitching spots popping up at random. Not to mention the stupid, half lost look on his face.

Was the brainless bunch of circuits intoxicated? That would explain his boldness. Nonetheless, it doesn't make the whole situation even more unpleasant to deal with.

The static grows louder as shadows pool all around Alastor, shaping into thick, eerie tentacles. They roughly grip at Vox's limbs and middle, carelessly ripping him out of his chosen spot. The other Overlord would find himself on the floor, but not before one of the appendages has smacked him hard across his screen. Not violently enough to break it, but almost.

An obvious warning.

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