{You're Alastor}

You and Vox were sitting at a bar somewhere in Hell. You've been friends with him for decades, after being in Hell for so many years.

You were pretty bored because nothing exciting has been happening recently. But while you were sitting in your bar stool spacing out, you felt a hand on your deer ear. Vox was staring at you, with his face blushing blue through the screen. He kept petting your ears until he realized what he was doing, quickly taking his hand away and looking down

"S-sorry, I know you don't like being touched..."

This was normal for Vox to be shy, since he wasn't used to being in Hell yet. Also because he really did like you. He kept looking away and down, his blue blush filling his screen