He peeked back. ...Perfect. Tongue poked between his lips for focus, his tail manifested to loop the base of Keekee's saucer and snagged that too.
"Aww, good giiirl, Keekee~ You liked your snackie, baby fluff?"
If he had one personal rule, it was that whoever cooked should not be doing the dishes. Then he himself sort of broke his own rule by washing as he prepped, whenever he took it upon himself to make anything. Truly, a complicated King.
He paused, eyes on the ring. If he needed to wash things up, he should... probably...
...
He placed it on the counter. It's fine. It's right where he can see it. It'll only be for a couple of minutes, that's all.
Plates, silverware, filet knife, pan! He even challenged himself to do it all in record time. Maybe? Damn. He should have set a timer! Oh well.
But he washed his hands after with the frenzy of a little raccoon. His heart was racing uncomfortably. He needed to put the ring back on-
"Ooh- Wow, what's- why did-?" As he went to dry off, he wondered where that little nip of pain came from. He found the culprit: In his speed of washing everything, the keen knife had nicked a fingertip, aggravated by the soap and water. There, a small gold bead lingered.
"Oh. Whoops. Nnnnote to self: Don't wash dishes while on the sauce..." Because that's why he did it. He was- he was a little drunk.
A bit distracted, was he. Alastor stood and crossed the distance, inviting himself to take the injured hand and retrieve his red handkerchief, wiping down the rest of the hand first as he peered at that lovely golden sheen. As always, he never bothered waiting for permission to grab, to touch.
Nothing terribly serious. He'd be just fine with nothing but a little bandage to keep from dripping.
"In such a hurry, and you weren't quite careful of the knives. Tsk tsk," he teasingly clicked his tongue, the only warning before Alastor helped himself and licked up the divine water of life itself.
There was no real way to get a proper taste, like that. But the very subtle glint of flavor still danced on his tastebuds, made his pupils dilate with rapt attention.
And, just as quickly, he slid a little adhesive bandage on over the cut. No duckies, unfortunately, just a plain beige - he didn't even break out the band-aids very much in the first place, after all.
Alastor was practically there in a blink thanks to his own slowed faculties. Chided, Lucifer scowled as best as he could. ...Even if the demon was right, and he had been a little careless.
But then he'd wiped up his hand, which was nice. ...And...
Okay. So. He remembered the joke he'd made about giving awful ideas by saying things like 'eating them'. He remembered, and was now a victim of it.
But before he could do much more than feel his brain fizzling, there was a bandage to cover where he'd nicked himself.
"...'ppreciate it." Boy that didn't even remotely sound even and put-together at all.
Oh hoh hoh. The king really is a mess tonight, isn't he? The exhaustion and drunkenness must've been piling up. Alastor pat Lucifer's hand.
"Shall I walk you to your room~?" It definitely seemed like he was a little loopy, and maybe he needed to think of something tonight. He'll take the ring, sliding it back onto Lucifer's finger for him.
"Your choice~" Alastor condescended lightly, playfully, patting Lucifer on the top of the head. Some time to cool off and ponder his life choices is probably what the King needed.
"Good night, pal," he bade farewell, wiggling his fingers before melting into shadow and absconding. Enjoy your night processing all of that!
But in his privacy, his arms and shoulders slouched. He blinked blearily.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm... taking a drinking break..." Teleporting was possibly dangerous while intoxicated. So the King chose the walk of shame by exiting the kitchen on foot and setting off for sleep.
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"Aww, good giiirl, Keekee~ You liked your snackie, baby fluff?"
If he had one personal rule, it was that whoever cooked should not be doing the dishes. Then he himself sort of broke his own rule by washing as he prepped, whenever he took it upon himself to make anything. Truly, a complicated King.
He paused, eyes on the ring. If he needed to wash things up, he should... probably...
...
He placed it on the counter. It's fine. It's right where he can see it. It'll only be for a couple of minutes, that's all.
Plates, silverware, filet knife, pan! He even challenged himself to do it all in record time. Maybe? Damn. He should have set a timer! Oh well.
But he washed his hands after with the frenzy of a little raccoon. His heart was racing uncomfortably. He needed to put the ring back on-
"Ooh- Wow, what's- why did-?" As he went to dry off, he wondered where that little nip of pain came from. He found the culprit: In his speed of washing everything, the keen knife had nicked a fingertip, aggravated by the soap and water. There, a small gold bead lingered.
"Oh. Whoops. Nnnnote to self: Don't wash dishes while on the sauce..." Because that's why he did it. He was- he was a little drunk.
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Nothing terribly serious. He'd be just fine with nothing but a little bandage to keep from dripping.
"In such a hurry, and you weren't quite careful of the knives. Tsk tsk," he teasingly clicked his tongue, the only warning before Alastor helped himself and licked up the divine water of life itself.
There was no real way to get a proper taste, like that. But the very subtle glint of flavor still danced on his tastebuds, made his pupils dilate with rapt attention.
And, just as quickly, he slid a little adhesive bandage on over the cut. No duckies, unfortunately, just a plain beige - he didn't even break out the band-aids very much in the first place, after all.
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But then he'd wiped up his hand, which was nice. ...And...
Okay. So. He remembered the joke he'd made about giving awful ideas by saying things like 'eating them'. He remembered, and was now a victim of it.
But before he could do much more than feel his brain fizzling, there was a bandage to cover where he'd nicked himself.
"...'ppreciate it." Boy that didn't even remotely sound even and put-together at all.
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"Shall I walk you to your room~?" It definitely seemed like he was a little loopy, and maybe he needed to think of something tonight. He'll take the ring, sliding it back onto Lucifer's finger for him.
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"Uh- nope! Nope, I'm good! I think I can manage that much without injuring myself or falling asleep in the hall or something."
Tonight was a weird night and he needed to sleep and clear his head and work some things out.
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"Good night, pal," he bade farewell, wiggling his fingers before melting into shadow and absconding. Enjoy your night processing all of that!
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Lucifer.exe requires a restart.
But in his privacy, his arms and shoulders slouched. He blinked blearily.
"Yeah... yeah, I'm... taking a drinking break..." Teleporting was possibly dangerous while intoxicated. So the King chose the walk of shame by exiting the kitchen on foot and setting off for sleep.
"...And checking the dates on the barrels."