Date: 2024-02-18 11:30 pm (UTC)
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[ This sudden willingness to cooperate earns a very dubious look. It feels like a trap. It smells like a trap. Undoubtedly, whatever Alastor is about to reveal is likely to be both a lie and unequivocally disturbing. And yet Lucifer is going to hear it out of the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, it'll give him some kind of insight into this parasite that's suctioned itself to Charlie's affection.

He doesn't mind withdrawing the cane. Not like he needs to get whatever disease Alastor's so taken with on it and spread it around the hotel.
]

Only because everyone else who's made dinner has sent us all off to visit the porcelain goddess. [ Even his wonderful, dear Charlie's skills lie somewhere other than cooking. It's not like he's paying special attention to Alastor or anything. ] And fine, that sounds fair enough. It's not like I wanna stick around and watch you eat.

[ No, he could do without the memory of any more wet, crunching noises, thanks! ]
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