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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]

[ 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.