"The almighty Radio Demon ain't shit! Vox hissed and tore through photos of said deer.

Velvette scoffed, glancing over her shoulder with a pointed smirk. "Oh please, don’t act all casual like you haven’t been sulking when Alastor hasn't been on air for years."

She flicks her claws dismissively. "Been sulking like a dumped virgin prom date-"

Vox’s screen flickers violently as he whirls on her. "I WAS NOT SULKING-"

Valentino exhales a slow stream of smoke, grinning as he drapes an arm over Vox. "Ahhh, qué dramático~ Breathe, babe."

Silence.

"…Wait. Do you even need to—?"

Vox’s eye twitches. "SHUT UP."