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" Oh, oh! And when you completely sliced trough that guy! Now that was spectacular. " Vox beamed. The two had just gotten back from an unplanned battle, that they had obviously won. Not many can take on the Radio Demon and stay alive long enough to tell the tale.
" Yes, well you weren't so bad yourself. " Alastor tapped Vox's boxy head with the tip of his cane. Vox's antennas buzzed.
The two demons were sharing a bottle of scotch. They were both pretty buzzed already. Although it seemed like the alcohol hit Alastor way harder than it did Vox. Alastor's ears were drooping, a tell tale sign of him finally relaxing.
" Gnaww, is the big bad radio demon giving me a compliment? " Vox teased, taking the drink in one gulp. Alastor rolled his eyes, his smile forming a some-what pout.
Then suddenly an evil idea popped into Alastor's head. Why doesn't he mess with Vox a little bit? He's allowed that is he not? Alastor was sitting next to Vox on the soft rug, he turned to face him on his knees. Vox's eyes widened slightly.
" So what if I am? " Alastor tilted his head slightly. Was Vox completely losing his mind or was Alastor just that out of it?
" Can't I pay a friend a compliment once in a while? " Alastor mused. Pouring himself another drink and gulping it down in one go, for liquid courage.
" Friend?? " Vox gleamed, his eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.
" Sure. You know somethin' Vox? " Alastor placed his hands on the side of Vox's boxy head. " You're really not so bad, sometimes. " he added the last part in a whisper though Vox wasn't paying attention to that. He almost seemed to drool at Alastor's words.
" Oh my god. " Vox's eyes were practically bulging out of his head. Maybe the scotch was too strong?
" You're actually kinda fun to be around.. " Alastor brought his face closer to Vox's.
Yeah Vox might be dreaming. He'd pinch himself to check but he doesn't want this fantasy to end. He glanced down at Alastor's lips. God they looked soft. Would Alastor be a good kisser? Probably not, he'd need Vox to guide him. Fuck what was Vox even thinking.
" We're good friends right, Vox..? " Alastor looked up at him through his lashes. " Maybe even closer. " he smirked.
" Oh my god. " Vox's screen glitched slightly. Was he flirting?? Was Vox insane?? To both of those questions, yes. Vox was so stunned, he couldn't move.
" Fuck, Al. Do you even know what you're saying right now... " Vox's antennas were buzzing with electricity. They were literally an inch away from each other, if he could just.
" HAHAH! " Alastor burst out laughing. " If only you could see your face right now! " he almost fell over. Vox's mouth hung open in surprise.
" OH FUCK YOU! " he looked away embarrassed, still smiling slightly.
" C'mon.. it was funny, sweetheart! " Alastor's tail wagged slightly, clearly the deer found humour in this situation. " You really oughta' learn to take a joke. " Alastor reached for the bottle again.
" Oh no, you've had enough! " Vox snatched it before Alastor could get to it. Taking a swig.
" Nooo!! " Alastor watched the way Vox chugged it all, messily. Some of the scotch dripped from the TV's lips and down onto his neck.
" Bah... " Vox pulled away and tossed the now empty glass away. " That prolly' wadn't the best idea right? " he slurred his words and Alastor giggled.
" No, it ' wadn't ' " he teased again using air-quotes. Still, Alastor leaned into Vox and laid his head on Vox's shoulder. Vox blushed so hard his screen seemed to turn an entirely different shade of blue.
" Y'know Al, I really like- " Vox was cut off by Alastor's snore.
He smiled bittersweetly and hugged the sleepy deer closer.
" Guess I'll tell ya' later... "