[ Look, sometimes a guy just has to not think about things in order to get through the day! Which is impossible when the dude contaminating the soup is blowing on it right in front of you! And everyone's seen him do it, because yeah, the whole crew is here for staff dinner night (Lucifer refused to allow family dinner night). They've all been sharing around a bucket of popcorn since the blowing on soup started.
Which Lucifer is also not thinking about.
Mostly because he's too busy reveling in that smug satisfaction as his attack on Alastor's foot elicits an audible reaction. (And not thinking about why he's so smug about getting a reaction. Nope. Nope, nope, nope!) Ha HA, how do you like it now, asshole?
Probably the same as he likes Lucifer elbowing him, which he only refrains from starting up again because he can lift his arm and show off the guns — er, sharp, pointy elbow-shaped weapon of war — complete with a conjured burst of sparkles for backdrop. ]
Your short joke is falling flat. The small, sharp elbow does way more damage. [ So, so smug about that. ] And I wouldn't have had to do that if you weren't being ridiculous over my soup!
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Which Lucifer is also not thinking about.
Mostly because he's too busy reveling in that smug satisfaction as his attack on Alastor's foot elicits an audible reaction. (And not thinking about why he's so smug about getting a reaction. Nope. Nope, nope, nope!) Ha HA, how do you like it now, asshole?
Probably the same as he likes Lucifer elbowing him, which he only refrains from starting up again because he can lift his arm and show off the guns — er, sharp, pointy elbow-shaped weapon of war — complete with a conjured burst of sparkles for backdrop. ]
Your short joke is falling flat. The small, sharp elbow does way more damage. [ So, so smug about that. ] And I wouldn't have had to do that if you weren't being ridiculous over my soup!