#scary ...

Have your joy!

"O-ho!"

The exclamation mixed with a laugh is interrupted by a twitch of his features---a small glitch on the flatscreen. Even at his most composed, he's never been unaffected by Alastor.

"I've been celebrating, alright! Of course, I would have celebrated more if you'd been less of a coward---but hey! Seeing you look that close to pissing yourself was a fine substitute." Vox is already getting worked up, but presentation isn't exactly his main concern right now. An affront to his well-crafted image is much less damning than not meeting Alastor where he stands. "Just one note---next time, you could stand to be a little more considerate and actually die."

The mixture of frustration and enthusiasm is genuine in spite of the fact that Vox would rather keep Alastor alive, the distortion in his voice rearing up in tandem with the smorgasbord of feelings that can't decide which of them is the most important. But Vox can't make that decision, either---he just doesn't bother.

"Either that or stop wasting my time."