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Vox doesn't answer at first - just. Looking around, at the decor, what little customization was in here. This wasn't where Alastor really spent his time, it wasn't Nawlins enough. He'd been so focused on looking that he almost didn't answer.
"Huh? Right. Done. I'll even send a memo to my assistant to remove it from my hard drive at work," he replied, voice full of disinterest. He wondered if Alastor expected him to dig in his heels over it more.
"Huh? Right. Done. I'll even send a memo to my assistant to remove it from my hard drive at work," he replied, voice full of disinterest. He wondered if Alastor expected him to dig in his heels over it more.
"But I'm-- I mean-- it's not about buttering up or anything!" Blitzø babbled, struggling to explain. It wasn't about winning Fizz over, it was more like...
"...I've got... a lot of time to make up for."
"...I've got... a lot of time to make up for."
Fuck, that hits a bit harder than he wanted it to, digging under layers of betrayal and hurt into memories of two boys who had been utterly inseparable.
"You can't."
Maybe that's harsher than he intends it to be, but it's still true.
"That time is gone, so just-- let it go. Fuck, I don't even know if I want to see you again after today, so don't start talking about making up for shit. Not yet."
"You can't."
Maybe that's harsher than he intends it to be, but it's still true.
"That time is gone, so just-- let it go. Fuck, I don't even know if I want to see you again after today, so don't start talking about making up for shit. Not yet."
Alastor absolutely expected him to dig his heels in over this.
He had thought that video footage, however grainy and glitchy, of him getting wounded by Adam would be one of Vox's personal favourite possessions. Aside from his own personal pleasure in rewatching a rival get taken down, Alastor imagined that Vox might want it for political manoeuvring. It could be quite valuable to have in his back pocket, proof of the Radio Demon's weakness.
"...forgive me if I require proof, old pal."
He had thought that video footage, however grainy and glitchy, of him getting wounded by Adam would be one of Vox's personal favourite possessions. Aside from his own personal pleasure in rewatching a rival get taken down, Alastor imagined that Vox might want it for political manoeuvring. It could be quite valuable to have in his back pocket, proof of the Radio Demon's weakness.
"...forgive me if I require proof, old pal."
Shrinking in on himself, Blitzo didn't answer. He... he didn't know what else to do. Wordlessly he cleaned up what got dropped, finding the trash can and tossing it. And then just... fidgeting with his hands.
"If... if you don't, then. That's okay," he eventually croaked out. Fizz was alive... he could live with that, right? That was enough? But his heart was pounding anyway, scared to lose someone else.
"If... if you don't, then. That's okay," he eventually croaked out. Fizz was alive... he could live with that, right? That was enough? But his heart was pounding anyway, scared to lose someone else.
"Fine, fine," Vox fished a smartphone from his pocket, turning the thing on and setting it down - he'd already sent a message directly from himself, so there was already a text and a reply from the contact labeled 'Elliot'.
Vox: Go to the main server room, log in, and delete the file from the folder for June labeled 'fuckyoualastor.mp4'
Elliot: Yes sir.
"Anyone that matters has already seen it."
Vox: Go to the main server room, log in, and delete the file from the folder for June labeled 'fuckyoualastor.mp4'
Elliot: Yes sir.
"Anyone that matters has already seen it."
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