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Summary:

Vox confesses his feelings. It doesn't go well.

Yes this is just another sad sad radiosilence failed confession fic

Planned chapters: 2, possibly a 3rd?

Notes:

radiosilence brainrot :)
theyre so painful /pos

Chapter Text

Alastor and Vox had been working on a collaborative project for months now, the recording of which they had completed the day before.

So now, before the editing process, Alastor had invited his dear friend for a small celebration, just the two of them.

Clearly, Alastor was interested in Vox as more than a friend.

That's what the media demon thought to himself, as he carefully re-adjusted his tie by the mirror.

He had to make sure he looked flawless. He had decided this was it.

Or, he'd lost a bet with V&V forcing him to confess his erotic obsession with his business partner. Same difference.

He eventually gave up on the impossible task of making his huge TV-head not look ridiculous, and quickly zapped away.

The evening was going smoothly. Both overlords had decided not to drink that perticular night, since tomorrow was another work day.

Their jolly banter eventually started to slow, so Alastor sighed -which his ears drooped along with- that they ought to get some more lively music.

The deer was just about to invite Vox for a short dance when he noticed the other man's somewhat distant mood.

Before Alastor could comment though, Vox -strangely awkwardly- said

》Look, I know you aren't interested in joining the Vees.《

Oh great, this again.

》But I want you to- join me.《

》Hm?《

Alastor was intrigued. This was at least something new.

》We've known each other for 50 years or so, so... Do you love me?《

This did catch the radio demon off-guard. He blinked, before smiling, thinking it a joke.

Vox noticed this and tried clarifying, but with his nervousness it was quite difficult.

》'Cause clearly there's something, you know? Like... this isn't just some friendship.《

》Why of course it isn't, dear, we're business partners after all!《

Laughtrack.

》Alastor. This is really important.《

Vox was faintly smiling.

...

》I love you.《

...

Alastor wasn't the type to assume good faith. But Vox was too important to him.

Alastor waited for a clarification from the man in blue, that it was meant platonically, that he'd just phrased it in a confusing way.

But that didn't come.

So it started to sink in.