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Vox rolled over onto his back with a small sigh. His head rested on the arm of a couch, and his legs dangled lazily over the other end.
"Al." he huffed, his voice rough from not speaking for a while.
Alastor looked at him from the other couch. His red and black hair was slightly damp from an earlier shower. "Yes, dear?"
Vox blinked, slightly started that Alastor had actually answered to him. "Umm... I'm just... really bored..." He mumbled, looking down again and fiddling with his fingers. Vox's face flushed red with embarrassment; he turned around, facing the back of the couch, and dimmed his screen. His shark tail whipped slowly left and right.
Alastor raised an eyebrow. "You're bored now, are you?" he teased affectionately, his tone light. "Don't you have that little picture box to scroll on?"
"You mean my phone?" asked Vox quietly, still facing the back of the couch. "There's nothing interesting on there." He rolled his eyes. "Everyone just posts the same things over and over. 'The best brownie recipes,' 'Make my morning coffee with me,' it's all the fucking SAME!!" He slammed his tail on the floor angrily, making the floor vibrate slightly. Alastor gasped a little, surprised by the sudden outburst, barely audible but still loud enough that Vox's speakers picked up on it. "...sorry." Vox muttered.
He heard Alastor shake his head and say, "It's fine, really."
Vox sighed again and rolled back onto his side to look at Alastor. "Sooo... what now?"
"Hmm?"
"I just said I'm bored, so do you have any ideas for what we can do?"
Alastor tilted his head. "Perhaps we could chat with Angel Dust and Husk? I'm sure they have something interesting that's happened to them in the past few days."
Shaking his head, Vox replied, "No, Husk is asleep and Angel's at work."
"Well then I don't KNOW what you can do." Alastor retorted.
Vox scowled at him and stared up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms casually behind his head. His breathing evened out, and after a few minutes of awkward silence he said, "Your hair smells nice."
"My hair?" asked Al.
Vox nodded slowly. "I can smell your shampoo from here. It's nice."
"Thank you."
"No problem." Vox said, his tone flat.
"What's wrong, Vox? Your voice is very monotone."
Vox blinked twice. "I... yea so what?"
Al giggled. "Just pointing it out is all."
Vox rolled his eyes again. "Okay."
"Hey, you know what?" Alastor sat up straight on the couch. "We should go on a date again. It's been a while."
Vox opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and replied with, "I guess that'd be nice." He scratched at the edges of his screen-face, pondering what they would do during the date and where they would go.
"Stop scratching your screen like that." Alastor scolded. Vox looked up at Alastor, his hand still on his screen. Alastor reached out and gently pulled Vox's claws away from his face. "You'll damage it."
Vox blushed when Alastor touched his hand. "R-right. Sorry, Al."
Alastor smiled (yes I know he always smiles but it's a more genuine smile rather than forced) and booped Vox's antennae. "Anyways, I heard there was a new park not too far from here."
Vox nodded. "Yeah!! From what I've seen, it's actually really pretty!"
"We'll go there then."
(timeskip to when they're at the park)
Vox took a deep breath. "Mmm, the air is so clean." he sighed contentedly.
Alastor laughed. "Yeah."
They sat down at a bench together and chatted for a while.
"...and that's how I found out I..." Vox trailed off from his conversation with Al, looking around. "Ah, shit."
"What? What's wrong?" Alastor asked.
"Val's here! I can't have him seeing me. Not with you."
(ehehehe cliffhanger)