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Vox was looking around similarly- but for very different reasons. Profiling. Watching families with too many kids and those with none- but dead soulless eyes. No suits or briefcases to be found.

“I think you underestimate yourself.” Vox said easily and without thought.

Forever the judgmental sort, Vox gave a hum under his breath and picked up his pace to at least stay closer to the other. Briefly he had an urge to reach forward and slap the others ass… it looked good in the lighting.

But to be seen doing such a thing- was not something he had wrestled with yet. Especially in front of those he judged so harshly. And it had nothing to do with his own privacy.

Vox cleared his throat quietly and moved his hands to be pinned behind his own hips as they walked. Increasing his pace again with the other- not looking for the lead really. He would allow the other to pull whatever bloodhound routine he needed too. Vox just didn’t want to appear to be a straggler.

“Your mother brought you to this area after you painted the living room?” He turned to watch some unsupervised children run out into the empty street. It wasn’t all that busy but from where Vox was from it would have been instant street meat.

“Oh that’s way easier then.”

Vox twitched a bit when he felt Alastor’s fingers ghosting across his collar before he saw them, momentarily startled. But otherwise allowed it. Maybe pretty obviously getting himself ready as if he were literally about to be getting in front of a camera. Maybe he missed his tv show a little bit.

“Keep your eyes to yourself.” Vox said when he noticed the driver staring back at them. For some reason for the first time on their trip- this man in the drivers seat felt like the first one to maybe have a suspicion that they weren’t actually human. Of course he was right- but thankfully societal norms kept that question from coming out.

“Just put us up there.” Vox said finally unwilling to bare the nosey driver staring at them while they had this conversation. He wanted his privacy just as much as Alastor.

“Without props and set up— it would be best if you just swiped what you wanted instead of waiting for them to hand it to me, I’m good- but people are more stingy with belongings than money.”

When they got out Vox pushed his hair back and sighed. Having sufficiently shaken off the upset from earlier. That was until Alastor shot his ego point blank.

“Can I handle what—? Some poors in a shared apartment? Yes I can handle it.” He clicked his tongue quietly sort of definitely. Like punctuating his rebuttal.

“— I know you did that on purpose.” He added on…. After having the later thought that it had been bait.

There would be some maybe increased walking since Vox had cut their drive short. But he didn’t mind as much as he did a bit ago. The area looked to have been modernized. And no pits of alligators either.

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Yet another showing of Alastor doing the scared/angry cat fur thing.

I love when Mr. I'm Definitely Not Prey starts showing his prey traits.

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“Oh that’s way easier then.”

Vox twitched a bit when he felt Alastor’s fingers ghosting across his collar before he saw them, momentarily startled. But otherwise allowed it. Maybe pretty obviously getting himself ready as if he were literally about to be getting in front of a camera. Maybe he missed his tv show a little bit.

“Keep your eyes to yourself.” Vox said when he noticed the driver staring back at them. For some reason for the first time on their trip- this man in the drivers seat felt like the first one to maybe have a suspicion that they weren’t actually human. Of course he was right- but thankfully societal norms kept that question from coming out.

“Just put us up there.” Vox said finally unwilling to bare the nosey driver staring at them while they had this conversation. He wanted his privacy just as much as Alastor.

“Without props and set up— it would be best if you just swiped what you wanted instead of waiting for them to hand it to me, I’m good- but people are more stingy with belongings than money.”

When they got out Vox pushed his hair back and sighed. Having sufficiently shaken off the upset from earlier. That was until Alastor shot his ego point blank.

“Can I handle what—? Some poors in a shared apartment? Yes I can handle it.” He clicked his tongue quietly sort of definitely. Like punctuating his rebuttal.

“— I know you did that on purpose.” He added on…. After having the later thought that it had been bait.

There would be some maybe increased walking since Vox had cut their drive short. But he didn’t mind as much as he did a bit ago. The area looked to have been modernized. And no pits of alligators either.

“I found it right before I threw that ratty toy thing at you.” He snorted under his breath. His tone still muted. Unsure if he wanted to hold a grudge about the reaction a few minutes ago.

After another few moments of silence he decided he would.

But he also decided he was done having his sulking moment.

While he was sitting up he twitched hearing the abrupt rip noise and looked over just in time to see Alastor toss the face of the man from the photo. Vox gave an abrupt giggle. Not totally surprised but the timing of it comedic none the less.

“You’re welcome.” He added after Alastor’s sentiment.

He was still mourning the cigarette he had to put out. But he was sure he could steal a lighter later. It wouldn’t be such a problem if a certain party hadn’t dropped them both in a lake. But ce la vie.

“So I’m leading- but what kind of info am I digging for. I need to know where to poke.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt under his Voxtek sweater. Sitting up further, straighter. Trying to stop thinking about the alarm he had seen in Alastor’s eyes.

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“I found it right before I threw that ratty toy thing at you.” He snorted under his breath. His tone still muted. Unsure if he wanted to hold a grudge about the reaction a few minutes ago.

After another few moments of silence he decided he would.

But he also decided he was done having his sulking moment.

While he was sitting up he twitched hearing the abrupt rip noise and looked over just in time to see Alastor toss the face of the man from the photo. Vox gave an abrupt giggle. Not totally surprised but the timing of it comedic none the less.

“You’re welcome.” He added after Alastor’s sentiment.

He was still mourning the cigarette he had to put out. But he was sure he could steal a lighter later. It wouldn’t be such a problem if a certain party hadn’t dropped them both in a lake. But ce la vie.

“So I’m leading- but what kind of info am I digging for. I need to know where to poke.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt under his Voxtek sweater. Sitting up further, straighter. Trying to stop thinking about the alarm he had seen in Alastor’s eyes.

Vox moved into the car after Alastor, noting the blocking of any attempts to open the door only because he had the thought.

Was Alastor mad at him now too?

More likely that the man was having his own independent moment.

Vox closed the door behind him and the driver gave a cheery,

“Hiya! Where are you all headed?”

And Vox ignored him, manspreading a bit more as he exhaled smoke.

“You can’t sm-“

“Drive.”

“It’s just the law o-“

“I’m puttin’ it out you f’kn canary- gas pedal is on the right. Jesus.”

The driver turned around, but hesitated.

If they got kicked out of this uber- Vox was going home.

But luckily it started merging into traffic.

Vox took one more inhale then just flicked it into the floor of the car. Using his foot to smother it into the carpet. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, and one knee started bouncing.

He glanced at Alastor’s charred book. Oh yeah- the picture.

Vox leaned a bit and pulled out a creased square out of his pocket. It looked like it had been through the wash and steamed. So the paper had lost some of its shine, and was creased stiffly.

Regardless, he dropped the little square into the open book in front of Alastor wordlessly. Then his arms crossed over his chest again. Sighing rather dramatically. But he was trying to stop holding so much tension. It was going to give him a headache.

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Vox moved into the car after Alastor, noting the blocking of any attempts to open the door only because he had the thought.

Was Alastor mad at him now too?

More likely that the man was having his own independent moment.

Vox closed the door behind him and the driver gave a cheery,

“Hiya! Where are you all headed?”

And Vox ignored him, manspreading a bit more as he exhaled smoke.

“You can’t sm-“

“Drive.”

“It’s just the law o-“

“I’m puttin’ it out you f’kn canary- gas pedal is on the right. Jesus.”

The driver turned around, but hesitated.

If they got kicked out of this uber- Vox was going home.

But luckily it started merging into traffic.

Vox took one more inhale then just flicked it into the floor of the car. Using his foot to smother it into the carpet. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, and one knee started bouncing.

He glanced at Alastor’s charred book. Oh yeah- the picture.

Vox leaned a bit and pulled out a creased square out of his pocket. It looked like it had been through the wash and steamed. So the paper had lost some of its shine, and was creased stiffly.

Regardless, he dropped the little square into the open book in front of Alastor wordlessly. Then his arms crossed over his chest again. Sighing rather dramatically. But he was trying to stop holding so much tension. It was going to give him a headache.

Vox didn’t budge much. Fighting the urge to reside in his head over the spook. It was rational. Truly— it was a completely rational response to witnessing what he had done. Taking free will at his will should have alarmed any person.

Of course Vox didn’t regret it. He was just usually not so flippant in using it in an uncontrolled space. It needed to be all or none really.

The desperation in the moment to have a working device coupled with the man about to blatantly walk right past his mark— had snapped his patience like a packing peanut.

He hadn’t actually had a reason to really experiment with it before. Supposed it was intrinsic enough that it didn’t break many physics laws. But he knew that it wasn’t the type of flex that brought about the bad attention ripples, so he hadn’t over thought it.

Too comfortable in the other’s presence. What was this… third… fourth time…? If fool me once was shame on you, and twice was shame on me… what happened after four…

Marriage.

A thought shot bitterly. And he swatted it away with such a disdain he nearly puffed his smoke out.

And so distracted- he almost made that number five.

He didn’t flinch when his face was touched, thus was a bi product of his stiffer present demeanor, but his eye twitched for a moment before relaxing.

“Yeah.” He offered back vaguely without lifting his gaze from wherever it may have drifted.

Hopefully something drastic happened and they could pretend this part never occurred on this stupid gum infested sidewalk.

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Vox didn’t budge much. Fighting the urge to reside in his head over the spook. It was rational. Truly— it was a completely rational response to witnessing what he had done. Taking free will at his will should have alarmed any person.

Of course Vox didn’t regret it. He was just usually not so flippant in using it in an uncontrolled space. It needed to be all or none really.

The desperation in the moment to have a working device coupled with the man about to blatantly walk right past his mark— had snapped his patience like a packing peanut.

He hadn’t actually had a reason to really experiment with it before. Supposed it was intrinsic enough that it didn’t break many physics laws. But he knew that it wasn’t the type of flex that brought about the bad attention ripples, so he hadn’t over thought it.

Too comfortable in the other’s presence. What was this… third… fourth time…? If fool me once was shame on you, and twice was shame on me… what happened after four…

Marriage.

A thought shot bitterly. And he swatted it away with such a disdain he nearly puffed his smoke out.

And so distracted- he almost made that number five.

He didn’t flinch when his face was touched, thus was a bi product of his stiffer present demeanor, but his eye twitched for a moment before relaxing.

“Yeah.” He offered back vaguely without lifting his gaze from wherever it may have drifted.

Hopefully something drastic happened and they could pretend this part never occurred on this stupid gum infested sidewalk.

Vox took the card and without moving his head much. If there was other details to glean he didn’t want them. Ammo for his relentless head.

He missed Valentino. Not entirely because of the suddenly perceived volatility of the moment.

Well yes mostly because of it. But not because Valentino wasn’t- but because he was. Vox could influence Val with his brightness. Convince him that some things weren’t as big of a deal as other things. He realized he craved that ability. That assurance that he could make problems melt away. Val said he didn’t mind.

Vox had a moment where the paranoia threatened to break through. A narrative starting to scroll behind his eyes. About himself. Or Val. Or Alastor. One contrived to hurt his own feelings or make himself feel safe again— regardless it would debilitate him while he desperately dissected it for truths or lies. Then make another narrative to cross reference it— as if that was any further criteria worth analyzing.

He blinked several times. Willing it away. Anchoring the cigarette with his hand again against his mouth as he willed himself to focus on it. The texture of the paper and the squish of the foam inside it.

Vox pocketed the card. Didn’t want to find the other to hand it back.

“Four minutes. Car is on its way. I just put some random address in next too that road you said so we might have to walk a bit.”

Joy.

Vox tucked the phone away instead of poking around on it. He was trying to think of other things. And eventually that meant pulling another cigarette out and pushing the ends together carefully in order to light one without seeking out a new lighter source.

After that was done he pulled out one more and offered it to Alastor. Letting the silence sit if it would though.

He’d light it the same way if it was accepted.

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Vox took the card and without moving his head much. If there was other details to glean he didn’t want them. Ammo for his relentless head.

He missed Valentino. Not entirely because of the suddenly perceived volatility of the moment.

Well yes mostly because of it. But not because Valentino wasn’t- but because he was. Vox could influence Val with his brightness. Convince him that some things weren’t as big of a deal as other things. He realized he craved that ability. That assurance that he could make problems melt away. Val said he didn’t mind.

Vox had a moment where the paranoia threatened to break through. A narrative starting to scroll behind his eyes. About himself. Or Val. Or Alastor. One contrived to hurt his own feelings or make himself feel safe again— regardless it would debilitate him while he desperately dissected it for truths or lies. Then make another narrative to cross reference it— as if that was any further criteria worth analyzing.

He blinked several times. Willing it away. Anchoring the cigarette with his hand again against his mouth as he willed himself to focus on it. The texture of the paper and the squish of the foam inside it.

Vox pocketed the card. Didn’t want to find the other to hand it back.

“Four minutes. Car is on its way. I just put some random address in next too that road you said so we might have to walk a bit.”

Joy.

Vox tucked the phone away instead of poking around on it. He was trying to think of other things. And eventually that meant pulling another cigarette out and pushing the ends together carefully in order to light one without seeking out a new lighter source.

After that was done he pulled out one more and offered it to Alastor. Letting the silence sit if it would though.

He’d light it the same way if it was accepted.

Vox’s expression went through maybe the most page flips ever. Maybe a world record. He wasn’t attempting to conceal them either. He was ready for bullet reaction time if needed.

His posture followed some of them— namely protective. What could have spooked Alastor so immediately?? He looked like he was gearing up to make another electric arson spectacle. It had to be angels— right?

“What?” He asked again- confused there was no other info. Not even insinuated. No subtle verbal note passing.

Was it her?? Rage— livid and vitriolic. But Alastor would have excused himself immediately. He hadn’t at least yet.

His expression flashed through something more sinister for just a moment like he had considered a person might have done something- but no Alastor would have defended himself. Or pointed.

Vox tried to meet Alastor’s expression hoping to get some kind of clue there. But found he couldn’t.

More like his companion wouldn’t look him in the eye.

The intense moment felt like it started to sink into something viscous and for a moment even his paranoid brain resisted the thought but it bloomed with the force of a balloon popping anyway.

Vox’s demeanor shifted to something awkward for what felt like the longest second in a decade. But it thankfully did only last a second. He swallowed, then nearly shifted a whole tv channel himself. Maybe about as obvious to the other as the radio’s lie had been to him. Nothing to those outside the two. His voice would sound an octave lower, its range capped or bound- practiced. Not sparing another word on the other man’s alarm if it meant maybe avoiding it as a conversation as a whole.

“Yes. I’m ordering one. Sit tight.” Vox said calmly, no tension on the words. Moving on.

He moved away from the other just a step, maybe just moving out of the sidewalk current further as he pulled out the phone again. Now it was unlocked.

Wrestling with the bristling narratives his paranoid brain rushed to construe like a newsroom finding it’s newest headline.

The cigarette was forgotten for nearly long enough for half of it to smolder away before he finally put it back in his mouth. Just holding it between his pursed lips. Fidgeting with the end within his mouth as he typed and tapped. The smoke danced away from it as the flag end wiggled.

He wasn’t unpacking anything on this sidewalk. They should have just left on a good note.

“Give me your card.” He chimed after another moment without looking up.

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Vox’s expression went through maybe the most page flips ever. Maybe a world record. He wasn’t attempting to conceal them either. He was ready for bullet reaction time if needed.

His posture followed some of them— namely protective. What could have spooked Alastor so immediately?? He looked like he was gearing up to make another electric arson spectacle. It had to be angels— right?

“What?” He asked again- confused there was no other info. Not even insinuated. No subtle verbal note passing.

Was it her?? Rage— livid and vitriolic. But Alastor would have excused himself immediately. He hadn’t at least yet.

His expression flashed through something more sinister for just a moment like he had considered a person might have done something- but no Alastor would have defended himself. Or pointed.

Vox tried to meet Alastor’s expression hoping to get some kind of clue there. But found he couldn’t.

More like his companion wouldn’t look him in the eye.

The intense moment felt like it started to sink into something viscous and for a moment even his paranoid brain resisted the thought but it bloomed with the force of a balloon popping anyway.

Vox’s demeanor shifted to something awkward for what felt like the longest second in a decade. But it thankfully did only last a second. He swallowed, then nearly shifted a whole tv channel himself. Maybe about as obvious to the other as the radio’s lie had been to him. Nothing to those outside the two. His voice would sound an octave lower, its range capped or bound- practiced. Not sparing another word on the other man’s alarm if it meant maybe avoiding it as a conversation as a whole.

“Yes. I’m ordering one. Sit tight.” Vox said calmly, no tension on the words. Moving on.

He moved away from the other just a step, maybe just moving out of the sidewalk current further as he pulled out the phone again. Now it was unlocked.

Wrestling with the bristling narratives his paranoid brain rushed to construe like a newsroom finding it’s newest headline.

The cigarette was forgotten for nearly long enough for half of it to smolder away before he finally put it back in his mouth. Just holding it between his pursed lips. Fidgeting with the end within his mouth as he typed and tapped. The smoke danced away from it as the flag end wiggled.

He wasn’t unpacking anything on this sidewalk. They should have just left on a good note.

“Give me your card.” He chimed after another moment without looking up.

Vox hadn’t noticed with all his attention having been dialed in. The man very numbly walked away. He might not even make it home. Depending on one’s will as it waned in distance and the desire to stop for traffic when crossing a road.

Anyway.

Vox seemed plenty pleased with himself and turned back to where Alastor was- or at least where he thought he had been. Then did an extra turn to find the deer behind him.

Fair enough.

Vox took a deep drag off the cigarette- then cussed under his breath and looked after the lumbering man. He’d forgotten to take the lighter he liked. Oh well.

He flipped through a few things on the phone and found the man already had Lyft instead.

“Oh beautiful..” he mumbled. Vox looked up to ask Alastor something but paused finally seeing how rattled he looked.

“What?? What happened??” He asked seriously. Had he seen angels?

The cigarette smoked in his hand forgotten for a moment as he scanned the area dutifully.

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Vox hadn’t noticed with all his attention having been dialed in. The man very numbly walked away. He might not even make it home. Depending on one’s will as it waned in distance and the desire to stop for traffic when crossing a road.

Anyway.

Vox seemed plenty pleased with himself and turned back to where Alastor was- or at least where he thought he had been. Then did an extra turn to find the deer behind him.

Fair enough.

Vox took a deep drag off the cigarette- then cussed under his breath and looked after the lumbering man. He’d forgotten to take the lighter he liked. Oh well.

He flipped through a few things on the phone and found the man already had Lyft instead.

“Oh beautiful..” he mumbled. Vox looked up to ask Alastor something but paused finally seeing how rattled he looked.

“What?? What happened??” He asked seriously. Had he seen angels?

The cigarette smoked in his hand forgotten for a moment as he scanned the area dutifully.

Vox seemed to be honed in on his next goal. Or at least their next step. And the balm of a good orgasm and long morning would only be so helpful if he continued to struggle with this phone.

The dry smoke stayed poised between his fingers as if it were lit while he fiddled with the phone and formulated a plan. At least satisfying the busy hand part of the urge. The new world was a world of smart phones and they’d have a hell of a time doing anything in this city without a car- without a working mobile.

One of which they had perfectly well until it was doused in swamp water. Surprising even himself, Vox couldn’t find much indignation toward his companion even at the memory of being tossed into a beast infested bog. If that didn’t scream volumes of the growing influence he didn’t know what would. Vox wasn’t even sure Valentino would be able to weasel his way out of… of course he would.

Vox was a simp when you finally weaseled in past his shell of an exterior. The only two to really do so were Val and Alastor.. Velvette was on her way.. but their alliance wasn’t there yet- too new. (Old as it was still.)

The moment they were outside Vox put the smoke into his mouth- but hesitated to light it himself.

He was walking like someone who was set on a mission and comfortable in walking on crowded sidewalks now. Focused on reading those that passed him until he chose his mark after a minute.

Accidentally shoulder checking the chosen one.

The older man- looking to be about Vox’s age gave a scoff and turned- about to let the literal demon have a piece of his nerve.

Vox to which played his piece and looked equally about to let the other have it— then gave a very humble and good hearted chuckle, and put his hands up in a decently acquiescing manner.

“All left feet- really— I can’t keep my balance when I’m wanting.”

The other man predictably paused at the odd verbiage-

“Wanting?” He hissed warily, shifting his own cigarette in his mouth. (Likely why he was chosen in the first place.)

Vox jostled the dry cigarette around gently to gain attention, and moved to the side of the sidewalk crowd- ushering the other to do the same without even lifting an arm.

“Ruined my lighter— and my phone. You wouldn’t happen to have a light on you?”

The man hesitated a bit, as if the bit wasn’t quite going to work- but then pulled a weird electric lighter out. It zapped a little blue arc, and the end of the smoke was lit soon after. Vox wanted it.

“You really are a saint my man…” Vox said pulling in a deep inhale. But it seemed the other did not have time to linger, shoulder checking Vox again in his attempt to leave.

This did not suit Vox.

“Hey buster.” Vox clipped after the busy bee.

When the man turned back with some prepared sass- it was drawn right back down into the man’s throat. The rigidness of the man slid, and slumped. And if Alastor moved to the left to see Vox’s face (which he had angled to hide from the majority,) his left eye was blaring red and pulsating those cyan rings. It looks different when crammed into the proportions of a human- but maybe that much more alarming. And the pull of his gaze would tug on Alastor too if he looked for more than a moment.

“Pull your phone out. Take off the passcode. Give it to me.” The man complied with each lethargically. Vox held the gaze as he then pulled the man closer and put the girls phone he had swiped earlier into the man’s breast pocket. Patting his chest.

“Go home, fuck your wife, and get out of my face.” Vox hissed and nudged him on his way.

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Vox seemed to be honed in on his next goal. Or at least their next step. And the balm of a good orgasm and long morning would only be so helpful if he continued to struggle with this phone.

The dry smoke stayed poised between his fingers as if it were lit while he fiddled with the phone and formulated a plan. At least satisfying the busy hand part of the urge. The new world was a world of smart phones and they’d have a hell of a time doing anything in this city without a car- without a working mobile.

One of which they had perfectly well until it was doused in swamp water. Surprising even himself, Vox couldn’t find much indignation toward his companion even at the memory of being tossed into a beast infested bog. If that didn’t scream volumes of the growing influence he didn’t know what would. Vox wasn’t even sure Valentino would be able to weasel his way out of… of course he would.

Vox was a simp when you finally weaseled in past his shell of an exterior. The only two to really do so were Val and Alastor.. Velvette was on her way.. but their alliance wasn’t there yet- too new. (Old as it was still.)

The moment they were outside Vox put the smoke into his mouth- but hesitated to light it himself.

He was walking like someone who was set on a mission and comfortable in walking on crowded sidewalks now. Focused on reading those that passed him until he chose his mark after a minute.

Accidentally shoulder checking the chosen one.

The older man- looking to be about Vox’s age gave a scoff and turned- about to let the literal demon have a piece of his nerve.

Vox to which played his piece and looked equally about to let the other have it— then gave a very humble and good hearted chuckle, and put his hands up in a decently acquiescing manner.

“All left feet- really— I can’t keep my balance when I’m wanting.”

The other man predictably paused at the odd verbiage-

“Wanting?” He hissed warily, shifting his own cigarette in his mouth. (Likely why he was chosen in the first place.)

Vox jostled the dry cigarette around gently to gain attention, and moved to the side of the sidewalk crowd- ushering the other to do the same without even lifting an arm.

“Ruined my lighter— and my phone. You wouldn’t happen to have a light on you?”

The man hesitated a bit, as if the bit wasn’t quite going to work- but then pulled a weird electric lighter out. It zapped a little blue arc, and the end of the smoke was lit soon after. Vox wanted it.

“You really are a saint my man…” Vox said pulling in a deep inhale. But it seemed the other did not have time to linger, shoulder checking Vox again in his attempt to leave.

This did not suit Vox.

“Hey buster.” Vox clipped after the busy bee.

When the man turned back with some prepared sass- it was drawn right back down into the man’s throat. The rigidness of the man slid, and slumped. And if Alastor moved to the left to see Vox’s face (which he had angled to hide from the majority,) his left eye was blaring red and pulsating those cyan rings. It looks different when crammed into the proportions of a human- but maybe that much more alarming. And the pull of his gaze would tug on Alastor too if he looked for more than a moment.

“Pull your phone out. Take off the passcode. Give it to me.” The man complied with each lethargically. Vox held the gaze as he then pulled the man closer and put the girls phone he had swiped earlier into the man’s breast pocket. Patting his chest.

“Go home, fuck your wife, and get out of my face.” Vox hissed and nudged him on his way.

Vox slumped back in the seat when he was indirectly chastised for overreacting. Or it least it felt that way.

“I’m not lighting it.” He said back simply and immediately. Usually there might have been some snip woven into it. Just within Vox’s nature. But it seemed the morning they shared complete with the copious amounts of sleep, drugs, sex and now well made food had fixed even that.

He still swallowed notably. Trying to almost visibly get the reigns on whatever thoughts kept coming back up. That he had saved once- and then fumbled so hard there was likely no going back. At least Alastor didn’t know details. But the similarities between their situations felt glaring in this setting. At least to him. It kept coming to the forefront of his mind.

Except Vox still had his soul.

If that even mattered in lieu of that they had instead.

Vox started to get up. No longer comfortable just lounging after his slip up. He needed to move and feel in control.

“I figured we’d just use your card for one of those Uber LX ones. I just need a second with another device against this one.”

But in light of recent topics… he didn’t want to cheat again. Not at the hotel at least.

The cigarette stayed out. Twirling around his fingers as he fidgeted with it.

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Vox slumped back in the seat when he was indirectly chastised for overreacting. Or it least it felt that way.

“I’m not lighting it.” He said back simply and immediately. Usually there might have been some snip woven into it. Just within Vox’s nature. But it seemed the morning they shared complete with the copious amounts of sleep, drugs, sex and now well made food had fixed even that.

He still swallowed notably. Trying to almost visibly get the reigns on whatever thoughts kept coming back up. That he had saved once- and then fumbled so hard there was likely no going back. At least Alastor didn’t know details. But the similarities between their situations felt glaring in this setting. At least to him. It kept coming to the forefront of his mind.

Except Vox still had his soul.

If that even mattered in lieu of that they had instead.

Vox started to get up. No longer comfortable just lounging after his slip up. He needed to move and feel in control.

“I figured we’d just use your card for one of those Uber LX ones. I just need a second with another device against this one.”

But in light of recent topics… he didn’t want to cheat again. Not at the hotel at least.

The cigarette stayed out. Twirling around his fingers as he fidgeted with it.

Vox was slow to respond, and allowed the contact with their shoes. Leaning his against the others as well.

He mumbled some kind of assent to the comment and settled to manage the best he could without additional flashy aid.

It wasn’t for another minute, when he put another clump of fried calamari in his mouth and wiped his fingers briefly on the napkin when he seemed to finally hone in on the comment.

Vox swallowed abruptly and coughed- choking briefly before he sat upright more.

“Me?? What do you mean by that??” He said intently, needing to adjust his volume lower again halfway through his question. It couldn’t be a reference to Voxtek- this hotel had no bearing on it- or maybe Alastor was truly being very broad and general.

His cyan eyes alert and suddenly affixed on Alastor’s so concretely there could have been a riot behind him and he wouldn’t have noticed.

The same alarm from before back with a vengeance. There was no way the radio fucker had figured out his skeletons with one minuscule slip up. It hadn’t even been that bad.

Vox cleared his throat quietly and started to pull a cigarette out- but hesitated in lighting it. Just tapping the butt of it against the table. Debating pushing his luck and inevitably causing trouble without a doubt.

He shouldn’t burn this bridge so quickly. Especially if they may need another night. This hotel was nice.

Alastor had to have been making a broad general statement. And Vox tried to settle like he hadn’t just overreacted. Turning the phone around in his own hand.

[videokilled]

Vox was slow to respond, and allowed the contact with their shoes. Leaning his against the others as well.

He mumbled some kind of assent to the comment and settled to manage the best he could without additional flashy aid.

It wasn’t for another minute, when he put another clump of fried calamari in his mouth and wiped his fingers briefly on the napkin when he seemed to finally hone in on the comment.

Vox swallowed abruptly and coughed- choking briefly before he sat upright more.

“Me?? What do you mean by that??” He said intently, needing to adjust his volume lower again halfway through his question. It couldn’t be a reference to Voxtek- this hotel had no bearing on it- or maybe Alastor was truly being very broad and general.

His cyan eyes alert and suddenly affixed on Alastor’s so concretely there could have been a riot behind him and he wouldn’t have noticed.

The same alarm from before back with a vengeance. There was no way the radio fucker had figured out his skeletons with one minuscule slip up. It hadn’t even been that bad.

Vox cleared his throat quietly and started to pull a cigarette out- but hesitated in lighting it. Just tapping the butt of it against the table. Debating pushing his luck and inevitably causing trouble without a doubt.

He shouldn’t burn this bridge so quickly. Especially if they may need another night. This hotel was nice.

Alastor had to have been making a broad general statement. And Vox tried to settle like he hadn’t just overreacted. Turning the phone around in his own hand.

“Mm.. Mhm..” He mumbled in acknowledgment while he kept prodding at the phone. The first phone had been easier than this one. Damn the younger generation and all their fucked up accounts.

Then his mouth pulled sideways into a sulk at the prying.

“I know that. Don’t rush me.” He muttered. “You eat your food.” He said right back, no multi tasking to think of better banter.

He needed another machine to bounce this off of. Or something with a current to manipulate.

He hummed quietly about his dilemma then sighed just as dramatically, mostly to himself. Then looked up finally and picked up one of the calamari pieces and popped it in his mouth. And it was actually really delicious. It had been ages since he’d had good fried sea food. Hell had its limitations.

Vox picked up several more and popped those in his mouth too. Then went back to fidgeting with his phone.

“Do we need to come back here- or can I break a rule.” He asked casually. Ignoring the car concern from earlier. And actually seemed rather pleased with the calamari because he put several more pieces right into his mouth again.

The red band of hair bobbed a bit hanging over his forehead and an unruly piece sticking out even further. The golden hour light reflected off his raven brown hair making it seem navy and the red much more vivid.