Alastor, looking around the console room in the shared space where he set up his radio broadcast.
His newish protoge returns with coffee and sits at the table in the small sitting area.
Alastor: "Thank you Vox. You are such a good fellow doing these menial tasks for me."
Vox appears flustered and stammers his own awkward gratitude amusing Alastor slightly.
As he drinks his coffee Alastor starts getting extremely bored. It had been a slow day, and his usual mood somewhat bland, even with his smile he felt... off.
Well what's a fella to do but entertain himself.
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Vox: "You sure about this Al... I mean..."
Alastor: "Absolutely Vox, why I can't imagine anything more I'd like to do with you right now."
Vox: "O-okay, let's do it!"
Alastor serves the ping pong ball and it bounces off Vox's screen and right back across the conjured table, Alastor cackles with glee as he keeps the round going.
Vox's face is unamused, but slightly tinged pink at the undivided attention.