Voicemail

[my_own_advocate]

"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?

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[my_own_advocate]

You only need to ask.

And playing after brownies was always more fun, especially with Seivarden around.

[1000yearstoolate]

He might not get to play for very long though.

Unlike some people, I won't send the rest of my suggestions written down. Or in pictures.

[my_own_advocate]

That is the worst form of teasing.

[1000yearstoolate]

Don't you like teasing?

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, but teasing about teasing might be a bit too meta for me, Lucifer... teased.

[1000yearstoolate]

I don't believe you./i>

[my_own_advocate]

I don't lie.

[1000yearstoolate]

So he kept insisting.

Fine. I want to fuck you on the piano after you've played for me.

[my_own_advocate]

That wasn't so hard, was it? Lucifer texted, smirking. Well, not yet, at least.

[1000yearstoolate]

If you're going to be like that I might take it back.

Probably not though.

[my_own_advocate]

You'd rather tend to your birds-of-paradise?

[1000yearstoolate]

You seem to think I don't have other options.

Probably not when it came to people to fuck on a piano, but still.

[my_own_advocate]

No, I just think I'm the most tempting option you have, texted Lucifer. Though if you're going with another one, can I watch?

What?

[1000yearstoolate]

I thought you just assumed my other option was tending birds. But sure, if you insist.

Her other partner option was probably one of the best kept secrets on the island.

[my_own_advocate]

I thought *an* other option was tending birds, said Lucifer, who was almost beginning to despair here at your insistence on taking things poorly, Seivarden.

[1000yearstoolate]

As if to compensate, Seivarden replied:

Just so you know, you are the most tempting offer.

[my_own_advocate]

And you just earned yourself an extra brownie.

[1000yearstoolate]

Still not aware what kind of brownies this was, Seivarden replied:

At least you don't bribe the squirrels.

[my_own_advocate]

... is that a euphemism?

[1000yearstoolate]

I leave that for you to figure out. I'm sure you have things you'd rather use your rum for though.

Seivarden had actually expected Lucifer to know by now.

[my_own_advocate]

If you need me to take steps to keep the brownies off of radio...

[1000yearstoolate]

Not for my sake. I just know some people who are very private about things and who would. Never mind.

And then:

Now I'm trying to decide whether we should have tea before or after playing the piano.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer eyed that first message with some suspicion. But Seivarden seemed intent on dropping it, so he put it aside.

Why not both?

[1000yearstoolate]

Are we talking about the same thing?

She didn't want to accidentally break the tea set.

[my_own_advocate]

I didn't take you for the type to use tea as a euphemism.