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[passimclamoribus]

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OPEN RP

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I said that I would make this much cleaner and neater and now here we are.

Let me say thank you for stopping by and giving this journal a look over. This is a space to unwind and have a little bit of fun. If you want to thread something out, well then let's do just that. You can throw something my way and I'll just roll with what you give me. Or you can drop me a message if you want to plot something out.

Let's RP!

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[lamentapple]

What? My title? [ Genuine confusion in his voice for a second before the irritation comes back with a vengeance. ] No, not that, who cares about that! I meant I'm the original sin, baby!

[ Complete with some sparkly red confetti glittering in the background to complete the manic fury in the air.

Yeah, about it looking like a kiss! Ha ha, that's so thirty seconds ago, because Lucifer is grabbing Alastor by the collar, taking a deep breath — that is, looking around from the corners of his eyes to make sure there's a good handful of sinners watching them — and drags Alastor right into a full on smooch.

A-HA, take that! ]

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As if it still is something that ultimately makes any difference to me.

[ Because it doesn't. Again. Original sin. The sin of Pride. Why, Alastor would love to comment on the whole Pride coming before a Fall and how he wonders if it is really Lucifer that managed to have so much Pride. The little king doesn't seem the type, considering all those years of depression.

Alastor doesn't get to because that's when Lucifer strikes. His ears shoot straight up in surprise, and oh how Alastor is tempted to immediately drop him. It would be what he deserves to dare impose such a gesture on the Radio Demon. But the telltale sign of static in the air clues Alastor in on who else is watching this display. Vicious delight settles in his chest.

Alastor is not one to lose or back down. Fine then! Two can play at this game.

Where Lucifer is grabbing and yanking, Alastor will do just the opposite. Oh he'll make a show of delicately cupping Lucifer's cheek with his free hand and kiss back. Not without a small bite to a lip - because he can't resist a tiny bit of bloodletting.

Your move, Sin of Pride. ]

[lamentapple]

[ Oh? Oh? Alastor thinks a little maneuver like a bit of delicate hand to the cheek is enough to bother the devil himself? Ha! He may not know where Alastor's mouth has been (hopefully not near any deceased fellow sinners recently), but he's kissed far worse than the Radio Demon! Back in Heaven, angels were expected to kiss anyone and anything. Not on the mouth, of course, but whoo boy, does Lucifer have some stories to tell!

Point being! This? A little return smooching? Bring it the fuck on!

Gold smears across their mouths as Lucifer doubles down — slides one hand from Alastor's collar to cup the nape of his neck, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair. He licks into Alastor's mouth, deepens the kiss, lets it turn messy and slow and nearly tender. Even hums into a little.

Top THAT, Radio Demon! ]

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[ No, no. No devouring of sinners as of late. It's something he doesn't engage in too often due to the hotel, even if there are cravings. But one doesn't become charismatic enough to be both radio host and prolific serial killer without engaging in some... Activities. Thankfully kissing is where that would begin and end but hmm. Does Alastor have some stories to tell!

Though he would very much like it if Lucifer wouldn't up the ante? How can this fallen angel not feel one ounce of embarrassment? Probably the same way that Alastor doesn't right now - too riled up by the fact that he cannot let this creature n his arms succeed.

This is going to be everywhere in ten minutes and then maybe he'll have something to answer for. But that is a future Alastor issue. The King of Hell makes him unable to be rational at times.

But it's also that blood. That smear hits Alastor's tongue and there's no small amount of feedback that screeches, eyes turning black and red. So when Lucifer deepens that kiss, part of his brain shut down enough to seek out that other tongue. To almost devour, hand slipping to Lucifer's neck and pressing a clawtip against the pulse there. ]

[lamentapple]

[ Embarrassment? Embarrassment? That's a thing for LOSERS, and losing this contest of wills is the last thing Lucifer Morningstar's going to do! No matter what Alastor tries, he'll top it. No matter how far Alastor goes, he'll go farther! No matter how deep the kiss, he'll—

Be very thankful that Alastor can't actually see the way his cheeks are shining with a golden flush!

Because boy, when Alastor makes that screechy, staticky feedback noise? Well that's just the definition of gratifying. He did that. He did that to buttoned up, ice cold Alastor. He got Alastor to actually use tongue, and hey, the guy may or may not have much experience, but that doesn't matter when their tongues are twisting together, stroking, that effervescent hint of his own blood tinging everything fizzy and sweet.

The claw threatening to break skin only adds to the experience. A bit of threat — and Alastor not following through even as Lucifer sucks at his tongue. Pulls away just long enough to nick his tongue against his own teeth and dips back in. ]

[passimclamoribus]

[ Well then... They are going to end up in quite the predicament sooner or later. If neither one of them are willing to back down, especially in public then why. Val might not have to work out of his studio today! Not that... It will get that far. Though Vox is likely fuming at his screens right now.

Because it's true! Not just anyone can elicit such reactions from Alastor. No one, really. So yes that is a point for Lucifer. Alastor hates to admit.

But oh he's not stopping. Not stopping at all because that faint taste of the angel's blood is making him lap at lips and along the soft palate of the mouth. His grip tightens when Lucifer thinks to pull back, daring him to even try it. Short-lived since now it's Alastor with Lucifer's tongue in his mouth and -

Ringing. There's a distant tune starting to play and something vibrating between them. ]

[lamentapple]

[ There's something ringing, and Lucifer really doesn't care, because not only is Alastor kissing like a pro, but he's not letting Lucifer get away from kissing like a pro. A warm flush of satisfaction spreads through him as he feels that tug from the tightening grip. Yeah, not so unaffected are you, Alastor? Not so able to turn up your nose and act all holier than thou, huh?

He's about to go in for some more biting when the ringing changes tone.

Starts playing a familiar circus theme. The one reserved only for Charlie.

He snaps away from Alastor to frantically start digging in his pocket for his phone. ]

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[ See, even Alastor is considering just. Frying that terrible, horrible piece of technology right now. How dare it interrupt him when he had been in the middle of -

In the middle of what, exactly? Devouring the tiny creature still tucked into his arms and panicking? Oh how nauseating - the fact that he's hardly distressed by the matter at all. What's unnerving is the fact that he is quite irritated at being interrupted.

Well! That is... Enough of that.

So while Lucifer fumbles, Alastor's tongue makes a swipe at his own lips before sweeping across Lucifer's - to keep up evidence of course and to maybe remind him THEY AREN'T DONE HERE. And then drops him. Just like that.

Continuing on their little walk! Yup! As if nothing had happened! Yeeeeeaaaah. ]

[lamentapple]

[ A blind moment of shock distracts him as Alastor licks over his lips— and then Lucifer goes tumbling just as he manages to scrabble his phone from his pocket and hit the answer call button. One startled yelp later and he's landing a quick stop an inch short of the ground. Angelic powers, occasionally good for something besides showy displays! ]

Yeah? No, nothing's wrong, we're fine, sweetie— Uh uh. Sure, we can pick that up. Yup. Love you, bye, Char!

[ He hangs up. Pushes himself to his feet, still not making contact with the ground, and brushes the nonexistent dust from his suit. Tilts his head back and glares up at Alastor. ]

Whatever happened to the dutiful protector shtick, huh buddy?

[ Well deserved irritation! Yep, that's all he's thinking about, what a pain in the ass Alastor is. Definitely not how his mouth still feels hot, how maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't stopped— Nope! Nope, just mad at Alastor time now! ]

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[ Now that is disappointing. There is no satisfying thud of a body hitting the ground. Truly tragic. Alastor will just need to try again in a different way.

He doesn't eavesdrop on the conversation. That is only too easy. Instead he waits at a distance. Can rematerialized and touching the ground. Hands resting comfortably on top and perfectly back in control of himself. Alastor's gaze is easy as he observes the short king approach. ]

Well.~ [ Okay augh. He knows what he had just thought but he can't stop himself from riling up the other. So in that sing-song tone, fingertips reach out. Grasp at Lucifer's chin, a clawed thumb tracing over lips. ] Next time, if you so desire for our dear Charlie to overhear something that can be arranged!

[ Then just like that he releases the other. ]

Now. What was it she wanted us to pick up?

[lamentapple]

[ The audacity of this bitch! It's a good thing Alastor lets him go so quick, because it's just in time to avoid the very loud snap his teeth make as he goes for a bone-breaking bite. Fuck. Got his tongue. He wipes away some gold blood and glares. Maybe he can get the asshole next time. ]

My daughter is perfectly aware that I'm a grown man who may choose to engage in— relations. [ Oh god, was that what he was doing? Was that relations? With ALASTOR? No. No, couldn't be, it was just more of the usual refusing to ever let that dick win! Anyway, the thought of Charlie overhearing that is mortifying, he's not lingering on that! ] BUT. What she wanted was us to pick up some flour. Apparently there's been an accident during hands-on baking therapy.

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[ Seeing Lucifer bite his own tongue makes Alastor chuckle. A waste of perfectly delicious blood though. Pity.

But then Lucifer says something... Interesting. Choose to engage in relations. The Radio Demon raises a brow. ]

Is that what we are doing? Engaging in relations?

[ The smug look is quickly replaced with one of irritation. His kitchen. Alastor can only imagine what sorts of accidents there could be involving flour and baking therapy. ]

Just who is responsible for this accident?

[lamentapple]

[ Relations. Engaging in relations. With Alastor. His brain goes blank for an entire ten seconds as he tries to process that. Which— no. No, impossible. There's no way. Absolutely not. With Alastor of all people?! Not a chance! Not even on a cold day in Hell! ]

We are NOT engaging in relations. [ He jabs a finger at Alastor's chest. ] That would require engaging in a relationship which, ha! With you? That's a good one, very funny! Ha ha ha!

[ He spends a moment sounding out each individual ha to make sure Alastor knows exactly how ridiculous he finds the concept. Once that's properly conveyed, he's willing to move on to the next order of business. ]

And I have no idea, she just said they'd run out of flour.

[ The whole four bags of it that he'd picked up for her last week in preparation for hands-on therapy day. ]

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[ Where does he get off thinking that he can just jab Alastor in the chest? the Radio Demon snatches up that finger and moves it away from his person like it is diseased. ]

Need I remind you that it was you that engaged first.

[ Alastor reciprocated, but they don't need to get into those sorts of details! But when the clown is done laughing... He hums and turns around. Fine. Don't tell him. Alastor will figure it out once he arrives at the Hotel. ]

Well I suppose it is a good thing that I know of a place.

[lamentapple]

[ Heh. He hopes he's given Alastor cooties. ]

Uh, no, you definitely started this one. I was just finishing it.

[ You know, with the insistence on carrying him around like some helpless damsel in distress! Lucifer! He waves his hand dismissively, fixated on that and blissfully unaware of the twisty conspiracy theory being baked in Alastor's head. ]

Which is probably our cue that we should go visit your "place". [ He air quotes it. ] Unless you wanna risk them burning the whole kitchen down.

[passimclamoribus]

Sire, I am fairly certain that I was the one that got the last lick in, so to speak.

[ Off Alastor walks, not waiting for the other to sputter or gawk. Or huff. Whatever the short little thing intended on doing. Instead he manifests his cane and begins to twirl it about as he strolls down the side walk. Other Sinners are steering clear and, for once, it isn't entirely because it is the Radio Demon walking along.

Annoying, but what can you do?

At least it's only a few blocks and then Alastor is making a sharp right into this dinky little hole in the wall place. ]

[lamentapple]

[ What Lucifer does is scowl. Directly at Alastor's back, thinking longingly for a moment of how easy it would be to let his glare actually set Alastor's stupid, perfectly fitted coat on fire. So, so easy!

Then he gets over it and poofs himself to Alastor's side, falling in stride with him. ]

Soooo. [ As he looks dubiously around Alastor's little hole in the wall. ] This is where you like to get baking ingredients?

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[ Don't touch his coat. There would be repercussions for someone who damaged his beloved coat.

Though as they walk down the isles, Alastor wiggles his fingers. The items that Charlie ( and Alastor himself ) would need follow along behind. Floating. ]

What can I say? I am a supporter of small businesses! Not to mention, they have better quality products here than you would find at some chain store.

[lamentapple]

[ Lucifer has to duck a floating sack of flour, but this is tame compared to what he was expecting so he really can't complain. ]

Uh huh... [ He pauses to peer at a package of candied pears, then waves it into line with the rest of their soon-to-be purchases. ] And do any of the others know about this place? As far as I can tell, they always go to the Hellmart for groceries.

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[ Maybe he'll duck that flour, but what about the pie tins coming Lucifer's way? Can he duck those too if he is distracted by those candied pears? ]

That is by their choice. [ A casual shrug as he now inspects other ingredients in the isle. Sugars of varying kinds. ] I can't have all my secrets exposed.