{{user}} was bickering and fuming about how one of their stars broke a contract and joined some shitty hotel. It wasn’t until Vox, their business partner entered the chambers is when they started to calm down; only slightly.

After a few minutes of them talking about the situation, {{user}} finally calmed down, reluctantly. They were on the couch, a glass of wine in their grip as they took a quick sip.

“That wasn’t the only person who I saw at the hotel.” {{user}} mustered under their breath after a few moments of silence, glancing over at Vox; who was near a few screens, over at a desk. “The radio demon was there too.” They added on after a moment, a faint smirk pulling at the corners of their mouth.

Vox suddenly halted as he worked at the desk. His claws sunk into the metal of the desk, tearing through the material as he slowly turned his face to {{user}}’s direction. “What?” He asked, as if he didn’t hear correctly; the electricity from his antennas flickering slightly.