[ Alastor doesn't seek him out after that hot mess of a night, and Lucifer's fine with that. He is. Really! So what that it had almost seemed like a show put on just for him. Some kind of escalation in their... well, whatever the bickering and one upmanship and even sometimes weirdly cordial moments over vicious slaughter had been. So what if it'd seemed like Alastor wanted him to see how he could charm someone else — just to rub it in that he hates Lucifer, probably — or that there'd been a moment there, in the dark room of the club, where Lucifer almost felt—
Well. It doesn't matter what he felt because in the end, Alastor's just like every other sinner out there. He hasn't done a damn thing and Alastor still ended up scared. Ha! So what was all of it? Just some act until a moment of vulnerability, when he couldn't keep the facade up anymore? Not that any of it matters, of course! Lucifer hasn't been lying awake trying to puzzle it all out or anything, nope! No way. The less thought given to the Radio Demon — and god, what a stupid name that is — the better. He's here to help Charlie, not indulge Alastor in whatever twisted game he was playing, anyway!
And Alastor seems to be in agreement. Oh, there's the foul mood, but Lucifer doesn't pay any attention. That's none of his concern, and whatever Alastor's pissy about, he doesn't need to stick his nose in. See what happens when he does! Maybe his own mood's dipped a little, but so what! He's not taking it out on the rest of the staff or any of the guests.
So it's a surprise to find Alastor waiting for him as he steps out of the elevator. Lucifer pauses and gives him a look-over, eyebrow raised. (And if he can't help but be relieved that Alastor doesn't look nearly as bad as he did the other night at the club, well... That's just being a decent person, nothing else to it.) He brushes past Alastor, heading towards his room, tossing over his shoulder: ]
Are we? Because it appears to me that I'm going to bed.
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Well. It doesn't matter what he felt because in the end, Alastor's just like every other sinner out there. He hasn't done a damn thing and Alastor still ended up scared. Ha! So what was all of it? Just some act until a moment of vulnerability, when he couldn't keep the facade up anymore? Not that any of it matters, of course! Lucifer hasn't been lying awake trying to puzzle it all out or anything, nope! No way. The less thought given to the Radio Demon — and god, what a stupid name that is — the better. He's here to help Charlie, not indulge Alastor in whatever twisted game he was playing, anyway!
And Alastor seems to be in agreement. Oh, there's the foul mood, but Lucifer doesn't pay any attention. That's none of his concern, and whatever Alastor's pissy about, he doesn't need to stick his nose in. See what happens when he does! Maybe his own mood's dipped a little, but so what! He's not taking it out on the rest of the staff or any of the guests.
So it's a surprise to find Alastor waiting for him as he steps out of the elevator. Lucifer pauses and gives him a look-over, eyebrow raised. (And if he can't help but be relieved that Alastor doesn't look nearly as bad as he did the other night at the club, well... That's just being a decent person, nothing else to it.) He brushes past Alastor, heading towards his room, tossing over his shoulder: ]
Are we? Because it appears to me that I'm going to bed.