#like sure I'd lose a fucking hand if I booped her nose but still

[blakbonnet]

Spanish Jackie also has the cutest nose btw like it's on par with Ed's to me in terms of boopability

[voxiiferous]

Thats... on one hand, Vox can't help but think that it's ridiculous that, despite planing this, Alastor cannot bring himself to utilize it, but also it sounds so incredibly Alastor. "I suppose he still doesn't know I listen to all his broadcasts." He'd started doing it even before they had ever met, and back then it had been... reconnaissance-- just who was the Radio Demon Hell was so afraid of? And then he'd actually met Alastor, and at first he'd kept listening because of the same information gathering, and then at some point, it had stopped being that and just become... habit? An enjoyable pastime?

"Oh I'm sure you would darling, but the fun is in making it good for the cameras. He laughs, leaning back into his corner of the couch. "Stylistically we'd be good still, shadow and light, rather than radio and tv. But I'd rather you like this, civil. I'd be even more bored without him, he's something to push against, the one media that I cannot control." Aren't they just? Neither of them will ever admit it, but that doesn't make it any less true. "That makes you the best of both of us then, willing to change and adapt without losing the spark. All hail our brand new Overlord."

To demonstrate, Vox inverts the colours of his display, teal and red in the opposite places-- the screen goes pink when he blushes properly, but he doesn't feel the need to display that-- and then to purple and green before flickering and settling back in place. "It can, but not permanently, only when I'm focused on it."

Vox blinks, and stares for a few long seconds at Astor. "I'm sorry he can what? Boo. You're telling me for decades he's fooled Hell into thinking the great Radio Demon-" he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. "Fucking snake, I can actually respect just how long he's kept the game up, but that's unbelievable." Next time they fought, Vox would have to remember to play something suitably smug, maybe pull out Video Killed the Radio Star again. Alastor hadn't been allowed peace the first month after Vox had found it: it played during their fights, and every time Alastor walked into a store, and it had been glorious.

"I guess that makes sense. You're not Alastor, but you're not a wholly unconnected individual either. I doubt my shadow would want this life." He says, gesturing around the penthouse, glittering lights outside. "I'm sure you have a good voice for it. What do you enjoy?"

Vox laughs, and then remembers Astor probably wouldn't know them. "Hellaina's my PA, Alastor ate the last one a few decades ago, and Dia's her wife. Nice... if you aren't put off by cannibalism." He'd been the best man at their wedding, and Hellaina's contract had some nice fine print, like if anything were to happen to him, his empire wouldn't fall to pieces, it would go to her, contracts and all. "I'm gonna have to code it to ping at me aren't I? Figure out some sensor you do trip."

Vox listens to Astor, nodding along with it. He didn't believe in the Princess' scheme, but he can at least, support her dedication towards it. Most people here don't deserve redemption, and the few who do... they're few and far between, mostly women who murdered their awful husbands or addicts who could never get clean. Unhappy people who wound up unhappier here. "Why would I want to leave? I know my sins, I know exactly what I did to end up here. Anyone who's surprised probably wasn't paying attention."

"Cute," he says, reaching out to boop Astor's nose. "Easier to carry on shoulders than your cat I'm sure."

He hummed and rolled his wrist as he considered his words. "Alastor would never admit it but I was allowed to use technology to see what you were doing. He wanted to know what the big deal with it was but it's not like I could explain it to him, he'd actually have to use it and so, I get all the gadgets and he gets to stay mad." He really needed to stop talking, he could hear himself outting Alastor left and right and no matter how conscious he was trying to be about his words, he was still slipping up. Didn't help that Vox calling him darling was still managing to fluster him and with his hand held over where the overlords claw had touched his skin, he was still trying to regain his focus.

"Ha! I'd probably level half your little patch of land by the end of the day. At least the bodies would pile up before you had anything to say about it but I don't think Alastor would appreciate me stealing his rival. As much as he can't stand you, he probably likes having you to alleviate his boredom from time to time." He giggled, leaning his side into the couch as he clicked his tongue.

"Besides, our interests, at least in information wouldn't be very good as a rivalry. Too much in common. You and Alastor make more sense, you're opposing sides of the same coin. The good and bad of it all. Changing with the times is good but changing yourself to meet the standards of modernization may not be good, while there's benefits to the past, holding on too tightly will end with you left behind. Eventually, though...it could all become obsolete and then you'll both be knocked down but either way, he has me so, he'd still hold power because I control the shadows and if Hell were to go black, it would all be mine."

His eyes followed that hand as his ears sat lopsided, half expecting it to touch his face again, maybe a little hopeful but he managed to keep that slight disappointment internal, at least, he hoped he did as Vox pulled back. "Oh? So, can you change your color or were you blessed with that lovely blue when you fell?" He asked curiously, stopping himself from reaching out to take hold of his hand again.

"No, Alastor does that on purpose. Messes with the signals to keep himself off camera but I don't exactly have that ability. I can use the radio, broadcast how he does but I'm not as connected to the radio as Alastor is." He said as he shrugged. "I was in the beginning but I realized I was just parroting Alastor, I wasn't actually doing it because I cared about it so, I left that to him." He really couldn't stop talking could he? He hadn't even been drinking and he had let his guard down. What the hell was with Vox that made him so easy to talk to?

"Not that I don't still do broadcasts from time to time, I just don't do them nearly as often as he does." Yeah, that definitely wasn't the save he hoped it was, was it? Not being into radio and being the radio demons shade, really didn't sound great. Certainly made Alastor seem like he was too stuck in his ways.

"Well, anyway, if you wanted to keep me out, you have the technology. Until then, I'll consider that an invitation to keep coming around, can't be unexpected if you are expecting me now, can it? At least now you know to check your security cameras during the day, you never know if you missed my visits with Vark." He laughed, tilting his head at the mention of others. "I'm sure they will be just as entertained as you are by my intrusions. If not, well, guess we will cross that bridge when we come to it, won't we?" He mused, unsure exactly who they were but he was guessing employees or friends, maybe? Vox seemed to be capable of making them anyway, he'd won him over stupid as he was for it.

At this point, he should be leaving, making his get away before he said more or something worse then what he was already saying but he wasn't moving, he was laughing.

"The appleseeds plan will never work and even if it did, you know none of these people deserve redemption. Sinners are here because they failed in life, the point of Hell is because you couldn't be good in life. Even if you were a 'good person' there's always some guilty pleasure or sin you indulged in that pushed you until you fell off the edge. Besides, Hell isn't even that bad. It's full of territorial genocide and murder, why wouldn't you want to be part of it?" The one thing he and Alastor could always agree on. Astor was born here he wanted nothing else while Alastor was dropped down here and he too, wanted nothing more. He didn't have to raise Astor on the notion that Hell was where people belonged because it's exactly where he wanted to be.

"As for that, heh, about the size of a cat? Definitely flatter." He mused as he noted the others glance at his shadow. "And I mean a normal cat, not my cat."