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Di-Di-Di-DahOn occasion, Alastor’s radio echoed the little dots and dashes of Morse code. It was faint, and perhaps Vox had to thank his oversensitive microphones in his boxy head to be able to pick up on such a sound. It always played when they bid one another goodnight, or after a partially witty quip on Vox’s department, or after a genuine, hearty laugh shared between the two of them. Sometimes, in fact, the radio wasn’t enough, and Alastor would tap the code against the table, or even more rarely, against Vox’s shoulder blade as a departing touch. Whilst he had never studied the language on Earth, Vox found himself curious about its meaning the more he heard it. So, of course, he looked into it.
The meaning was frustratingly simple: the letter V. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But, oh, did Vox’s head nearly spiral out of control on discovery.
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Or: Vox Whittman is a little more than confused about the innocent platonic gesture of his and Alastor’s friendship. A character study of Vox's interalised homophobia also.
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- Part 2 of SharkPrince's Hazbin Hotel Fics