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Seivarden's wardrobe was a disgrace, frankly. Not because it was terrible, mind you, but because she clearly needed an upgrade, and Lucifer was in a giving mood.
(Lucifer was five minutes from wandering into the local police station to offer his services. This was probably a better outlet for the nagging desire to be kind and useful to something or someone.)
They arrived by portal midway into the morning, stepping out into the Manhattan streets. It was cold, but not debilitatingly so, with a sprinkle of snow coming down from the heavens. The kind of moment an angel... ... could really miss Los Angeles, actually.
[[ for that Radchaai, and with some ocd ]]
(Lucifer was five minutes from wandering into the local police station to offer his services. This was probably a better outlet for the nagging desire to be kind and useful to something or someone.)
They arrived by portal midway into the morning, stepping out into the Manhattan streets. It was cold, but not debilitatingly so, with a sprinkle of snow coming down from the heavens. The kind of moment an angel... ... could really miss Los Angeles, actually.
[[ for that Radchaai, and with some ocd ]]
Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:09 (UTC)Back into his pocket went the phone. He managed a slight smile for Seivarden, turning his head. "So clearly, you can't be here of your own free will."
Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:11 (UTC)She laughed.
Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:13 (UTC)Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:18 (UTC)She leaned close to give Lucifer a quick kiss.
Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:21 (UTC)Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:26 (UTC)She took a step back, smiling.
"Can you do that with your wings too?"
Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:30 (UTC)Re: An Interruption
Date: 18 Jan 2020 16:37 (UTC)She grinned.
"I'm really pleased with what we've found so far."