Vox

*strokes his hair gently* Missed you too, troublemaker. *screen softens* Even if you are an emotionally constipated deer.

*screen flickers with static, staring at the empty space* That... bastard. *runs a hand through where hair would be if he had any* Always has to have the last word. *screen dims slightly, displaying an unreadable expression* Absurd creature.

*screen displays frustrated calculations* Fine. He stays... for now. *grits teeth* But I'm docking his pay. Heavily.

*raises an eyebrow* And how would he pay for his very expensive equipment for his shoots that he makes? If he doesnt have the money, his fans will stop watching, which means he'll lose a lot more money, which also means the ratings could go down instantly. *smirks* Yeah, i make these calculations.

*screen sparks with irritation* Damn it. You sound like my accountant. *pauses* Fine. He gets one more chance.