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It had been a few months of violent sickness, extremely vivid nightmares, and an agony burning across his chest. All while doing his best to avoid Vox. The little sharky cunt hasn't done anything...yet.
No threatening letters, or smug appearances at the Hotel. Just nothing, fucking radio silence, hah!
And all that anxiety waiting around for Vox to finally do something was killing him more so than the Angelic wound.
Alastor sucks in air, his lungs hurt. He couldn't sleep, and the psychosomatic urge to actually breathe through the night was pure agony when you could barely hold a single gasp in.
"Whoa, is that The Radio Demon getting naked behind my place of business?"
Alastor's blood runs cold and his already palpitating heart somehow starts beating faster. He jerks forward, immediately ripping the already torn open skin even more as he tries to stand to either run, or at least not have his back to a predator.
"I am not-!" Alastor stuttters, "-not getting naked anywhere!"
"Hmn, really? Sure seems like you're getting your tits out. You know they pay for it inside, yes? You don't gotta flaunt it outside for free."
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That was nasty. /pos