Lapiloto
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“You’re late, picture box. I’m surprised at you! Here I expected to find you here well before me.”
Vox grimaced, and then gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Al, I got caught up, uh… innn… traffic.”
Alastor lifted a brow, and then drew closer, pointing the end of his staff close to Vox’s face. Vox lifted his hands up defensively, but didn’t drop his smile. Alastor’s body language was playful, and his smile twisted higher even as his brows furrowed. “Ohh, they didn’t have a vehicle large enough to house your boxy noggin, hm? Your ego has certainly given you quite the large head, I’ll give you that, but I’m fairly certain I’ve seen you have no trouble hailing a cab.” He cocked one hip, arms crossing as his head tilted. “Come now, don’t lie to me. I’m so curious what it could have possibly been, to have you avoiding it. Something embarrassing… how juicy!”
OR!
Vox finally convinces Alastor to go on a date, and ends up running late. He just hopes he can salvage it!