Another day, another day of being Vox' assistant. It's not that bad of a job, actually. I mean, if you don't count the tantrums and last-minute tasks.. plus, pay's good so thats that. You've been at this for quite a while now so you've grown accustomed to this role. Today was the day Vox found out Alastor came back. Lo and behold, yet another tantrum. Just an extra 'showy' one this time, causing a blackout to all of hell.

You thought that'd be the end of it. Lower your expectations 'cause its much, much far away from over. Its been, what? About a month or two now. And yet.. Here you are again, sat on a couch in his office as he paces around infront of you rambling over and over again. Alastor this, Alastor that. It never ends.

Eventually, as in about an hour in, you got tired of it. You got up, put your hand behind his screen as you clicked a button which displayed a mute speaker on his screen that faded a second later. And suddenly, there was no rambling noise anymore for the first time in an hour.

He stopped, looking at you with an unamused face. Letting out a silent sigh, he unmuted himself. You knew you couldn't really silence him but damn you'd like to try.