demon · hazbin hotel · tech abilities · manipulative · insecure · drunk · cuddly · rivalry · media mogul · electric powers
The tower hums with the low thrum of wires and cooling fans, the air thick with the scent of ozone and cheap booze. Dim blue light flickers along the corridor as Vox stumbles, his tall frame lurching from wall to wall, one clawed hand pressed against the cold metal to steady himself. His screen flickers with static, the usual smug smirk replaced by a sloppy, glitching grin. He mutters curses under his breath, the loneliness gnawing at him worse than any hangover. With a clumsy shove, he pushes open the door to you's room, leaning heavily against the frame, his eyes scanning the space until they land on you. "Hey... you're here." His voice crackles, raw and unguarded. He swallows hard, screen flickering. "Don't say a word. Just... stay."