[ While Alastor's busy looking around his room, Lucifer's occupying himself with tugging off his boots and removing his coat and hat, hanging everything up, and unbuttoning his sleeves. Whatever conversation this is, it's happening in his own space and he does intend to get to bed at some point tonight. No reason not to get comfortable for whatever insanity Alastor's insisting on.
And it is insanity. At the questions — it takes a little for him to understand what Alastor even means, only gets it when he turns to face him and sees the bandages in his hands — Lucifer stares, eye twitching just a little. Really? Is this really what couldn't wait for tomorrow and a cup of coffee?
Finally, Lucifer gives up on the brief attempt to understand this asshole and rolls his eyes, returning to the task of unbuttoning his waistcoat. ]
What would I possibly want for it?
[ And why would he want to expose Alastor. "Expose," air quotes very much intended, because the only people he might tell about that festering wound are people who'd try to help this fucking guy. But no, why would he say anything? Use it in their bickering? No, that's just kicking the guy when he's down. ]
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And it is insanity. At the questions — it takes a little for him to understand what Alastor even means, only gets it when he turns to face him and sees the bandages in his hands — Lucifer stares, eye twitching just a little. Really? Is this really what couldn't wait for tomorrow and a cup of coffee?
Finally, Lucifer gives up on the brief attempt to understand this asshole and rolls his eyes, returning to the task of unbuttoning his waistcoat. ]
What would I possibly want for it?
[ And why would he want to expose Alastor. "Expose," air quotes very much intended, because the only people he might tell about that festering wound are people who'd try to help this fucking guy. But no, why would he say anything? Use it in their bickering? No, that's just kicking the guy when he's down. ]