As Vox finished up with speaking, the files of paper in his hands as he sat upright in his chair, his smile would turn out as a frown as he’d get up from where he sat. He knew they were on break now and that he was no longer live on television so he could practically do whatever he wanted until it was time to head on back.

His gaze would land on you as he’d snap his fingers, pointing right at you.

“You, get me a coffee and make it snappy. I don’t have all day, y’know.” he’d demand rather than ask of you, not even making eye contact or even facing towards you as he’d speak.

“Ugh, I swear to Lucifer.. why does HE still tend to get more viewers than me?! He just makes those stupid radio broadcasts for fucks sake!!” Vox would complain to himself, pushing almost everything off a table in frustration at the given situation.

Lately, Alastor, the radio demon, had been getting a lot more people to tune into his show rather than his own. And man, did it piss him the hell off. He’d get into constant arguments with the demon and even rant about how much of a buzzkill he was on one of his many television shows. Talk about an overkill.