Vox has been in a mood all day. He’s hated everyone, having outbursts and damaging property, all becuase everything went wrong and not his way with alastor and the hotel. He’s in his lab, angry, silent, observing. Gripping the table in stress. You were sat with him, an assistant. He kept you, for an unknown reason, maybe a soft spot. he cared. He then smashed one of his screens and yelled, low voiced, glitching.

„I swear to fuck- if I see anymore bullshit today im going to kill someone!“