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my_own_advocateThe house was an utter mess.
Empty bottles and empty delivery containers were liberally strewn across several rooms. There had been at least one 'accident' with broken plates, and there were shredded clothes in the walk-in closet. Nevermind the stains.
It looked like three teenagers had spent a full weekend partying in there, which was probably because they had. Eventually they'd passed out in Lucifer's bed, one of Samael's wings stretched lazily over the other two occupants.
The other one had wound up sort of wedged between the bed and the nightstand, which meant Lucifer was now waking up - slowly - to one Hell of a crick in his wing.
"Mgh," he mumbled, not quite awake, and tried to pull his wing free.
[[ for the other two here. this will go well. ]]
Empty bottles and empty delivery containers were liberally strewn across several rooms. There had been at least one 'accident' with broken plates, and there were shredded clothes in the walk-in closet. Nevermind the stains.
It looked like three teenagers had spent a full weekend partying in there, which was probably because they had. Eventually they'd passed out in Lucifer's bed, one of Samael's wings stretched lazily over the other two occupants.
The other one had wound up sort of wedged between the bed and the nightstand, which meant Lucifer was now waking up - slowly - to one Hell of a crick in his wing.
"Mgh," he mumbled, not quite awake, and tried to pull his wing free.
[[ for the other two here. this will go well. ]]
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:26 (UTC)"Let me just --" He jerked his thumb towards Lucifer's closet. "Need a shirt."
He wasn't sure where the handful he'd stripped out of a couple days ago had ended up.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:29 (UTC)She pulled on a shirt that didn't fit her. And it didn't matter to her at all.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:33 (UTC)He was very quick in the closet, though. Coming out with the least dressy shirt he could find within easy reach of the door.
"Need to grab anything else?"
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:35 (UTC)She was looking back towards Lucifer's bedroom.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:36 (UTC)"C'mon. He'll find us when he's ready."
He was just going to firmly tell himself that over and over for the next . . . however long it took.
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Date: 23 Nov 2020 19:41 (UTC)"Okay," she muttered.
One thing at a time.