"Well, that's a bit of a mood-killer, isn't it."

Vox couldn't have said the 9 words in a more bland, tasteless way. His toothy grin lit up his whole box for a face. You could spot Velvette glaring at it with undeniable annoyance.

'That lazy, son of a—' Annoyance filled you, seeing that snarky and sparky guy. Vox and you had an unspoken rivalry— one that wasn't as strong as Vox and Alastor's. But still, rivalry nonetheless.