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Somewhere along the line, Monday's moment of fleeing - embarrassingly, to the top of one of the school towers for a moment, before Lucifer regained some of his sanity - had turned into a car ride. Just... sitting in his classic Corvette, thundering down the highway, clearing his head of old memories and other cobwebs he didn't need.
And then he'd kept on driving. Day had turned into night, and into day again. Now he was here.
He eyed the apartment door in front of him warily for a moment longer. Right. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again?
( She saved him from himself by opening the door. )
All the while, he was utterly unaware anyone was playing with portals many miles back in the direction where he'd came from.
[[ open to two folks who know who they are. the ensuing threads are based off of Lucifer 5x04, 'It Never Ends Well For The Chicken'. ]]
And then he'd kept on driving. Day had turned into night, and into day again. Now he was here.
He eyed the apartment door in front of him warily for a moment longer. Right. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again?
( She saved him from himself by opening the door. )
All the while, he was utterly unaware anyone was playing with portals many miles back in the direction where he'd came from.
[[ open to two folks who know who they are. the ensuing threads are based off of Lucifer 5x04, 'It Never Ends Well For The Chicken'. ]]
