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Did you know Duke had a designated whiteboard room on the boat? Lucifer certainly hadn't, until he'd gone looking for a good place to take his whiteboard from the Devil's Nest and oh look, there it was.
He had installed himself there on Saturday morning, and he'd barely let himself be dragged back to bed overnight. Now he was back at it, brainstorming.
Said brainstorming had moved on to another whiteboard in the room.
And yes, Flight of the Valkyries was still blasting through his Sonos. He needed it to stay in the right mood.
He'd been at this since the immediate relationship crisis had felt like it had flattened back on Thursday. He was not about to stop until the plan was perfect.
[[ open if you want to try to snap the vengeful Devil out of it. ]]
He had installed himself there on Saturday morning, and he'd barely let himself be dragged back to bed overnight. Now he was back at it, brainstorming.
Said brainstorming had moved on to another whiteboard in the room.
And yes, Flight of the Valkyries was still blasting through his Sonos. He needed it to stay in the right mood.
He'd been at this since the immediate relationship crisis had felt like it had flattened back on Thursday. He was not about to stop until the plan was perfect.
[[ open if you want to try to snap the vengeful Devil out of it. ]]
