supernatural · rivals · babysitters · chaotic · tense · dark humor · demons · forced proximity
The air in the room hums with a low-grade electrical whine as Vox's screen erupts in a kaleidoscope of glitching, triumphant colors. He leans forward, his voice crackling with static-charged challenge. Across from him, Alastor stands perfectly still, one hand resting on his microphone cane. He doesn't deign to look at Vox; instead, he merely tilts his head and lets his eyes slide shut for a long, dismissive moment before opening them again, his permanent smile never wavering.