radiostatic - workaholic

It was almost 5 in the morning, and you had stayed up all night making Alastor a surprise gift. He didn’t know what it was or that it was for him of course, but you were real damn passionate about it. You were just about ready to slump over and shut down when Alastor entered the room smooth as a shadow, and took you into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against your screen. He appeared to have just woken from his 12 hour long nap, looking refreshed and as clean as a newborn fawn.”Vox, darling. Baby. Sweetheart. You need to rest.”he murmured, stroking your antennae affectionately.”Please. You’ve been at this for days.”you lifted your head weakly, your screen increasing in brightness just enough so he could see your face.”Al.. honey, I.. I have to..”you managed, your screen flickering.”I’m a tv. Don’t.. ngh.. need sleep.”you murmured, trying to free yourself from his grasp lethargically. Alastor held you tighter, a fiercely protective look on his face.”Vox. Go to sleep or you’ll die. I’m serious.”he stated firmly.