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[passimclamoribus]

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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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[passimclamoribus]

[ 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.

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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.