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It was entirely too much on the morning side of noon for Lucifer to be awake, and yet he was utterly and horrifically awake, texting GIFs to Miss Lopez as he scrounged around the room for his clothes.
No, he wasn't a pony. The island remained no match for angelic self-actualization. But he had received concerning messages from Duke that morning, followed by a similarly concerning phone call with a newly unraccooned Octavia, and now everything, he explained to Miss Lopez, appeared to be on fire.
thats rough buddy, she texted back sympathetically. you really care about these people huh
He sat down on the edge of his bed, trousers on but nothing else, and sighed.
yes, he texted back, which is rather unfortunate as they seem insistent on self-immolating at the barest whisper of an opportunity to do so
what are you going to do?
He reached for his whiskey. figure out how to check on them both without indulging my ability to cause chaos everywhere i go
She sent him back a video of a dog hugging a lion cub.
quite right, he replied.
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No, he wasn't a pony. The island remained no match for angelic self-actualization. But he had received concerning messages from Duke that morning, followed by a similarly concerning phone call with a newly unraccooned Octavia, and now everything, he explained to Miss Lopez, appeared to be on fire.
thats rough buddy, she texted back sympathetically. you really care about these people huh
He sat down on the edge of his bed, trousers on but nothing else, and sighed.
yes, he texted back, which is rather unfortunate as they seem insistent on self-immolating at the barest whisper of an opportunity to do so
what are you going to do?
He reached for his whiskey. figure out how to check on them both without indulging my ability to cause chaos everywhere i go
She sent him back a video of a dog hugging a lion cub.
quite right, he replied.
[[ can be open, mostly establishy ]]
