[Vox fucking loves it when Alastor's ears lie down flat like that. It's a good look on him. It means Vox is getting to him- stirring emotion, one way or the other. No amount of nonchalant dismissal, stubborn silence or toothy smiling can hide what those ears convey. Even when it's only for a split second, Vox takes note.
He holds Alastor's gaze for a long moment, relishing the silence, the close proximity, the fact that he's in control. It's perfect. Once he's content, his hand gives Alastor's cheek a pat before he withdraws, standing up straight again.]
Thought so! But don't worry, I'm about to brighten up your night. [He absentmindedly tugs at his bow tie to straighten it with both hands, turning away from Alastor to start pacing. Though, even as he walks, the chair follows in his wake.] See, I figured with my victory so close at hand, we should celebrate! You know, just the two of us, living it up. No interruptions.
[Considering the current situation, one might think Vox has something sinister planned. And maybe at some point, it will turn sinister, since he's nothing if not a master of escalating otherwise harmless situations. For now, though? It's only petty. Just another overdramatized show of what Alastor has been missing out on, what sort of partnership they could've had, but tainted specifically to get under the man's skin.
He starts walking towards the door, dragging the chair along behind him with the use of the cables and nothing else. He makes sure Alastor is being pulled backwards, too, just to be extra obnoxious. Their heads are quite flexible on their shoulders, so the man could still look ahead if he wants to- Vox knows that. Doesn't matter. It's all a big show anyway.]
I set up a special movie night in the theater for us. There's popcorn and drinks and everything. I expect you'll hate it. [Because yes, these are very modern movies. The latest releases in Heaven, with all the 2020s pop-culture schlock one could ask for.]
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He holds Alastor's gaze for a long moment, relishing the silence, the close proximity, the fact that he's in control. It's perfect. Once he's content, his hand gives Alastor's cheek a pat before he withdraws, standing up straight again.]
Thought so! But don't worry, I'm about to brighten up your night. [He absentmindedly tugs at his bow tie to straighten it with both hands, turning away from Alastor to start pacing. Though, even as he walks, the chair follows in his wake.] See, I figured with my victory so close at hand, we should celebrate! You know, just the two of us, living it up. No interruptions.
[Considering the current situation, one might think Vox has something sinister planned. And maybe at some point, it will turn sinister, since he's nothing if not a master of escalating otherwise harmless situations. For now, though? It's only petty. Just another overdramatized show of what Alastor has been missing out on, what sort of partnership they could've had, but tainted specifically to get under the man's skin.
He starts walking towards the door, dragging the chair along behind him with the use of the cables and nothing else. He makes sure Alastor is being pulled backwards, too, just to be extra obnoxious. Their heads are quite flexible on their shoulders, so the man could still look ahead if he wants to- Vox knows that. Doesn't matter. It's all a big show anyway.]
I set up a special movie night in the theater for us. There's popcorn and drinks and everything. I expect you'll hate it. [Because yes, these are very modern movies. The latest releases in Heaven, with all the 2020s pop-culture schlock one could ask for.]