And who cares that you were there first when you're ruining my walks?!
[ He leans up to get into proper glaring-at-Alastor-from-up-close position. And pauses. It's hard to notice, but he has a seraph's eyes, and it doesn't escape him. A darker blot on the dark red of Alastor's shirt. There's no way Alastor would have let his victim of the night splash on him.
Forget being annoyed by Alastor's insistence on eating in inconvenient places, that's nothing. Inconsequential.
Lucifer slaps his hand against Alastor's chest; it comes away red with blood. ]
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Date: 2024-03-26 11:54 pm (UTC)[ He leans up to get into proper glaring-at-Alastor-from-up-close position. And pauses. It's hard to notice, but he has a seraph's eyes, and it doesn't escape him. A darker blot on the dark red of Alastor's shirt. There's no way Alastor would have let his victim of the night splash on him.
Forget being annoyed by Alastor's insistence on eating in inconvenient places, that's nothing. Inconsequential.
Lucifer slaps his hand against Alastor's chest; it comes away red with blood. ]