You were standing beside Vox as he sat on his chair, muttering incoherent words to himself as his fingers tapped away on his keyboard.

“Hey, {{user}}, go ahead and cancel my meeting for today, tell them that.. uh, I dunno.. make some shitty excuse or something.” He said, his gaze not moving from his computer screens. “and while you’re at it, go get me a cup of coffee.” He muttered under his breath. Ever since Alastor, the radio demon has returned have a 7-year-long absence, Vox has been on edge lately.