Sheesh, you're grumpy when someone interrupts a feeding.
[ He rolls his eyes, but there's still something thoughtful to his expression. Yeah, he and Alastor get along about as well as oil and water, but this seems a little over the top for someone stumbling in on a meal. Is it because Alastor doesn't like anyone seeing him looking less than put together? This is a far cry from his usual spic and span mode of dress and his snooty air of nose-in-the-air better than thou ponce. Even when they're throwing words at each other, Alastor usually doesn't seem this worked up. There's just a certain edge to the way Alastor snaps his jaws and speaks right through gritted, razor sharp teeth that sends a serrated spark down Lucifer's spine.
Lucifer waves a dismissive hand — which coincidentally sends a wave of golden magic rippling along his coat, squeezing the blood out as it passes. ]
If you think I want to be stumbling across this once, let alone twice, you should get your head checked, make sure nothing got knocked loose during that battle.
[ The blood lingers in the air for a moment before dropping with a wet plop to the ground, where it runs up the slight incline of the concrete to rejoin the main puddle beneath Alastor's meal. ]
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Date: 2024-02-26 01:32 am (UTC)[ He rolls his eyes, but there's still something thoughtful to his expression. Yeah, he and Alastor get along about as well as oil and water, but this seems a little over the top for someone stumbling in on a meal. Is it because Alastor doesn't like anyone seeing him looking less than put together? This is a far cry from his usual spic and span mode of dress and his snooty air of nose-in-the-air better than thou ponce. Even when they're throwing words at each other, Alastor usually doesn't seem this worked up. There's just a certain edge to the way Alastor snaps his jaws and speaks right through gritted, razor sharp teeth that sends a serrated spark down Lucifer's spine.
Lucifer waves a dismissive hand — which coincidentally sends a wave of golden magic rippling along his coat, squeezing the blood out as it passes. ]
If you think I want to be stumbling across this once, let alone twice, you should get your head checked, make sure nothing got knocked loose during that battle.
[ The blood lingers in the air for a moment before dropping with a wet plop to the ground, where it runs up the slight incline of the concrete to rejoin the main puddle beneath Alastor's meal. ]