#𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝒾𝓂 𝑜𝓁𝒹

[radiostarsz]

"Limbo could never tarnish my reputation!"

Alastor retorts, his eyes gleaming. A hearty laugh escapes his throat and he looks at the tip of his nails, which were sharpened to a point. He flicks his hand, as if dismissing the other demon's words. "I, unlike others, have no use for cheap propaganda". Alastor's voice brims with an air of self-assurance and superiority "it takes just one buzz from me to take all your numbers away..." He snickers, his voice becoming deep and dark. "Oh, I wish I had done it earlier!" Alastor's smile is as wide as the Chesire cat's. His eyes gleam again " Although Im curious ...you seem to bear the marks of one well-acquainted with the realm of hate mail..." he trails off, his tone dripping with venom.

"Perhaps you have the pleasure of experiencing it on a daily basis, hmm?"

╔═ -V- ═╗ "I don't know WHAT you're talking about."

Vox's voice was- tense.

"My ratings are through the roof! Trending even- ever heard of binge-watching? .. Why what have you heard??"

He checks himself in a small pause pretty visibly. Then decides on rolling his eyes. His mouth shrinks from big and toothy to low and wrinkled. Attempting to go back to unbothered.

"Anyway if you're insinuating that I would send shallow comments using 'anonymous' you're wrong. It's not me. Radio however is decrepit. Sorry you had to hear it through tumblr's anon."

He looks away but cant for long despite it- when he's right there. The cyan pupils snap back without his head moving, resulting in a nosey persistent side-eye stare.

The Flatscreen Fiasco sighs audibly in a showy way (regardless if it was seen) his shoulders moving just a bit and looks to his claws as if he recently manicured the metal. That tech-illiterate redheaded walkman wouldn't know even if it was him...

"I could ask you the same thing- or is groveling for bellhop employment just adequate quid pro quo now.. wild what 7 years of limbo will do to ones ratings."