radiostatic - shark addiction (alastor pov)

It had been a long day of wreaking havoc in Pentagram City and trying not to spontaneously combust from the lethal amounts of cringe from Vox’s shenanigans throughout the entire process. It was now evening and you decided to pay him a visit, since there seemed to be nothing else better to do. With a flourish, you teleported to the V Tower, materializing right in front of him in swirls of shadow and glowing green light just as he was diving into a massive pile of large shark plushies. He didn’t notice your appearance, just started rolling around in the sharks while making happy tv noises and laughing like he was a young lad again. You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, finding his obsession with sharks endearing and amusing as you adjusted your monacle and stepped forward.”Vox, darling,”you began, tilting your head slightly.”Still rolling around in those feralized versions of yourself, I see.”Vox popped his head out, smirking deviously at you as his antennae twitched playfully.”You bet I am, Al. They’re just so fucking soft, man. You gotta try this!”And he dove right back in.