RadioApple X Reader: Imperfect

34. Gossip

*** Your POV ***

Your phone buzzed next to your head, having been unceremoniously chucked there that morning when you woke up way earlier than you needed to.

Velvette: Girrrllieeee sup?

Y/n: Not much, milling around the hotel.

Velvette: Prints are done n im bored. wanna hang?

Y/n: F yas, be over soon.

With that you popped your phone in your purse and got ready hastily. You needed a break from the hotel. Since the angels left the mood has been tense at best. Relieved, but tense. Alastor was overstimulated past breaking point and kept to himself, Lucifer was down in the dumps from all the complains from heaven he was receiving. As a result, it seems like the whole hotel took a metaphorical pause on anything that wasn't required for the thing to run. Not that you minded, everybody needed a sabbatical from time to time but you needed out of this atmosphere T-minus-two-days ago at this point. 

So, you let Alastor know where you were going, and found Lucifer to give him a hug before heading out. The poor King was apparently overflown with messages from heaven due to the visit, his desk looking like a metropolis of paper. Apparently nothing he couldn't hand wave off due there being no proof of the confrontation and the rest of the public visit going well, but it was still stressing him out. That didn't stop him from sitting you on top it briefly to kiss you sweetly before letting you go.

Once again you found yourself greeted at the lobby by Vox. Though this time he didn't look quite as aggravated as he did usually. 

"Do not - call me Boxy." He grumbled, but with no actual bite in his tone.

"Well hello to you too." You rolled your eyes. 

"Hello." He said begrudgingly before turning away and motioning for you to follow, "Come on. Our apartment is at the top of the building."

You made your way over in silence, this time going past the studio and personal boutiques where you and Velvette normally hung out and to the elevators labeled "Private Quarters, No Outside Entry." Though you had to admit getting here was quite the ordeal, the building was a maze.

"The layout of this place is a mess." You commented following Vox through the elevator doors. 

"Its on purpose so its hard for others to get around." He flipped a console, put his fingers on it briefly then pushed the very top elevator button. "Not usually a problem when I can teleport through the cameras but can't do that with you because your dear Radio Demon would probably take it as me using magic on you. And I'm under strict orders from Velvette to not poke that bees nest."

"That would be correct. Are you under strict orders from Velvette to be my personal tour guide around here too?" You teased, rocking back and forth on your feet.

"You are insufferable." He scoffed, turning his head away, but for once he seemed like he was acting more like himself rather than some imitation of Alastor, which was nice, "But yes. She isn't trusting her other employees with you."

"Awh, how sweet." You giggled, waving a hand at him, "I'm flattered. Though surprised you even agreed. Pardon the assumption, but you don't seem to like me very much."

"Its not that." Vox leaned to the side, putting one arm down and the other on his hip, this really was a goddamn long elevator ride, "I trust her judgement is all."

"Uh-huh." You nodded, as finally the elevator doors opened and you were greeted to a incredibly lavish penthouse. It was full of Vox tech, but the interior design was very clearly in Velvette's tastes of pinks, purples, black accents and many heart patterns. It was a funny, now that you thought about it, Vox was a golden retriever when it came to Velvette no matter how begrudging he sounded.