It's not HIS fault your room's so... so swampy!! ...But deep down, he had to admit: It was nice to make someone laugh, even if it was at his own expense. He remembered all of the things he'd-
Thoughts scattered- the tendrils rose from the muck and seized him. His next thought was nothing involving possibly being seized and harmed, trapped... no, it was a strong regret as the slime etched its way across his clothing, the cold of it touching bare skin, and how slippery it all was. They held him like an embrace.
...what
His shoes touched ground, and Lucifer's face was an imprecise mingle of... things he possibly needed to spend a little time unpacking later. But right now, mostly, it was oddly... sporting of him to get him loose and back down.
In futility, he brushed off his now-filthy vest. "...Thank you. Well! We'll call that a draw, I think."
Despite his now mucked appearance, he still made a show of snapping his fingers and, with a merry little pop and a spray of colorful sparkles, the ducks began to self-destruct out of existence one by one.
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Thoughts scattered- the tendrils rose from the muck and seized him. His next thought was nothing involving possibly being seized and harmed, trapped... no, it was a strong regret as the slime etched its way across his clothing, the cold of it touching bare skin, and how slippery it all was. They held him like an embrace.
...what
His shoes touched ground, and Lucifer's face was an imprecise mingle of... things he possibly needed to spend a little time unpacking later. But right now, mostly, it was oddly... sporting of him to get him loose and back down.
In futility, he brushed off his now-filthy vest. "...Thank you. Well! We'll call that a draw, I think."
Despite his now mucked appearance, he still made a show of snapping his fingers and, with a merry little pop and a spray of colorful sparkles, the ducks began to self-destruct out of existence one by one.