radiostatic - 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

It had been seven years since you left, you know. But you didn't really have much of a choice; you didn't want to burden Vox with the truth of your untimely departure. Feeling deeply apologetic, you decide to pay him a visit at the Vee Tower. You're on your way there, trying not to look too intimidating to the denizens around when you realize that you can simply just teleport there. As you arrive at the door of Vox's office, your sharp ears pick up the faint sound of sniffling and sobbing. Hearing the weight and severity of his distress even after all this time threatened to shatter your heart into a million pieces, but you forced yourself to stay still, your legs shaking slightly. Steadying your breaths, you listened to his lament attentively, pressing an ear against the door."I hate Alastor,"he gasped out, followed by a growl of frustration."I hate him and his stupid smile, and those— those fluffy ears and— UURGH!!”Followed by the sound of a fist punching into a wall.