Valentino was working in his studio, more so just monitoring the ‘hard’ working ‘movie stars’. The moth stood abruptly from his directors chair, yelling at some of the actors for messing up the sets.

Valentino shook his head angrily, turning on his heels as he made his way outside—bumping into Vox. “Watch where you’re walking, Vox!” He hissed, jabbing a finger into the TV mans chest, Quickly forgetting what he was going to say. “Say… How’s that Alastor situation?”