the loud sirens sounded as you sighed, the toothy and sharp smile staying on your radio-static face. Fox was being slammed down onto the police car as he was being arrested, fighting and calling it absurd. You, alastor, had somebody call cops on him for ‘harassing’ you constantly. The cops shoved him in the car forcefully. Vox stared out at you.

"—damnit alastor!—"