Lucifer Morningstar (
my_own_advocate) wrote2037-08-29 05:12 pm
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Voicemail
"Do people actually still use voicemail? How charmingly backwards. Leave me a message, or better yet, invest in an instant messenger app and join us in the 21st century. Cheers!"
He didn't need to mention his name with a message like that, did he?
He didn't need to mention his name with a message like that, did he?
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This was going to be a terrible weekend.
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"Did she cut them off?"
What? It was a reasonable question!
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"I have hooves!"
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It was entirely too early to be having these kinds of conversations.
"Wait. Can you actually leave the Rouge? You don't have thumbs."
There were stairs! And doors!
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Octavia was back, but she'd left, things were apparently bad, and Lucifer was already unconsciously trying to mitigate the amount of useless he was going to feel about it.
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He was definitely feeling useless and pathetic.
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A pause.
"Do you need anything from here? Alcohol? Hay?"
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And now he was channeling a pissed off Nina.
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He was completely on top of everything to do with all this.
He was completely out of his depth.
"We'll just see what you spit up."
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