Vox x Reader/Alastor x reader??

Chapter. 22

You stared up at Vox with an annoyed expression
YN; "Of course it's you, what did you do to me."

Vox smiled oh-so sweetly, putting both clawed hands up in mock surrender.

Vox ; "Okay you got me. Oh my dear, I just HAD to see for myself what that old-timey prick has been teaching you."

You rolled your eyes, annoyed. Of course vox used his stupid hypnosis on you, because of COURSE he did.

YN ; "So you're asking to fight? Why do you want to fight me so often, are you THAT desperate for my attention? I mean..that's just kind of pathetic isn't it?"

You had a sugary sweet tone, to which; Vox's screen flushed with..embarrassment? Oh?? Did you actually guess right? But you were only mocking him right? Or were you on to something.

Vox : "I. Don't be ridiculous YN. Why in Lucifer's name would I be 'desperate' for your attention of everyone's? Don't be stupid, don't flatter yourself."

Vox stated, defensively. A little TOO defensively you'd say..did his usual calm cocky demeanor slipped for a brief moment?

You stared at him in silence for a good minute, making him shift uncomfortably in place.

YN ; "Don't flatter myself you say, but yet..why does your screen read otherwise? And also, your body language got a lot more stiff and nervous after I said that. Don't tell me..you can't be infatuated with little old ME, could you be?"

Vox stiffened up further and coughed, taking a breath and smiling his usual cocky show smile

Vox : "What ever do you mean my dear? Why would I be interested in something like...YOU? Oh how precious, maybe you WANT me to be, is that it? Projecting your wishes, hm?"

You had to stop yourself from gagging physically.

YN ; "Ew. In your wildest fucking dreams."