Vox would be doing something, be in a meeting, hanging out with the other Vee’s and his TV head is suddenly flipping channels and he can’t figure out who’s doing it.

Valentino can’t figure it out who’s doing it.

Velvette can’t figure out who’s doing it.

No one can figure out who’s doing it.

Except for Alastor.

... Apparently people call your son undercooked

"Krystal!", the door banged open so loudly that it made the female on the couch jump on her not so comfortable position.

"Damn it Bora! You ruined my nails!", Hara roared back, before she goes back to her toes.

"I think she ran away-- again." Bora reports as she shuffles herself inside a coat she's grabbed nearby; while the lady on the couch, only shrugged on the news.

"Your fault, as usual", there's not even a tinge of surprise on her voice, "She'll come by soon."

"Not after some disciplining", the older female mumbled as she proceeds her way to find the missing sister, intentionally banging the door close again