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“Vox, I look terrible!” Groaned Alastor.
“You always do, red fucker.” Retorted Vox.
“Ugh, this is why I do not engage with your little activities.”
“You’re acting like you didn’t do this before.”
“I did, but the past is set in that time. I would never do this today.”
“Shut the fuck up for a second.”
“Oh, fine.” Alastor crossed his arms. “Just this once, I am allowing this. Don’t you have your trio?”
“Yeah, but it’s been a long time since you’ve worn a shark costume.”
“You look shit.”
“Wow! What a compliment!”
“Don’t get sarcastic with me, Al,” Vox muttered.
Alastor stared at him, even with his permanent smile; his eyes said something else entirely and it wasn’t pleasant either.