“What the hell asshole?!”
Vox was visibly shocked and upset by the action. “What are you even doing here- come to rub it in?”
He fidgeted around and worked to find a solution for his screwdriver now being on the floor. He grimaced at Al for a moment before turning and avoiding eye contact.
There was a sound of fans whirring as his system tried to keep his monitor from overheating.
"Just paying a visit to see how you're doing after that public spectacle of yours!" Alastor chuckled to himself as he remembered the ordeal. "Oh, don't be a sore loser!" Alastor gripped that TV screen and turned it back around to face him. "You should really learn to act with more dignity. Then, you might help save face enough that your partners might take pity on you and let you have some screentime again."
“I don’t see how my condition is any of your concern.” Vox practically spat at him.
“I’ll regain my dignity once I take back my fucking company.”
A static started showing through his face as his anger grew over his position.
