"Oh, what, afraid the artist won't get your nose right? I promise the pal's great. They'll depict you just as larger-than-life as you are!"
An elbow. "Besides, you're family! We're all in this project together, and how the Hell are we gonna have a group-op for the Hotel without its steadfast Hotelier~?"
Oh, good. Because he was gearing up to stand next to his daughter and cook up some tears, himself, become the Morningstar Double-Whammy.
"Perfect! I'll give them a call and find out when they're next available."
He paused. Leaned. Stared.
"...And until then, I am going to take matters into my own hands and fix your coat! You stitch all those nice dolls, but you keep conveniently forgetting your clothes. Self-care, Alastor!"
"My coat is perfect, cher, it strikes the silhouette I want," Alastor rebuffed, tapping Lucifer on his red-circle cheek. "I may consider alternative wear for the portrait, but this coat stays exactly how I like it."
"I've taken that prior getup to the tailor's. You've already gotten a peek. Unless you'd find that unsuitable, then I suppose it's a trip to Rosie's for me~" Alastor teased fondly, folding his hands behind his back. Unsuitable, or perhaps Lucifer wanted that outfit to be just for him. Alastor would understand that.
"Oh, that's right! Let Rosie know I loved everything she got me last time," Charlie beamed a bit.
"What she picked for Lucifer was also impeccable. That Rosie has a talent!"
He definitely recalled another outfit he wore and cleared his throat. Right, he, sort of-
"Er, wh-whatever you'd like to do! So long as you won't hate looking at it whenever you see the final picture." Golly, he would try and contain himself, certainly.
"Yes, Miss Rosie certainly has good taste! I've got to pick her brain on expanding my wardrobe further!" Maybe something for Alastor to tear offfffffhoooh can we settle down, please
"She's been asking for another lunch date with both of you~" Alastor said in a sing-song tone, pinching Charlie's cheek. "You especially, since she hasn't seen you since your last visit at the funerals."
"It has been a while," Charlie nodded, even if she looked a little sheepish. She didn't usually enjoy the food offers, personally...
"I'll arrange a day for the three of us then. Give you plenty of notice, let the woman doll you up like she's been wanting to."
"I'll be sure to pick a day that won't get sucked up by politics," Alastor chuckled in amusement, before adding, "and where our guest is out for his workday."
"Right..." Charlie sighed in some relief. Her dad looked... really, really happy. Even Alastor looked chipper, rather than having his usual sharpness about him. Shaking her head, Charlie gives her dad a light playful 'punch' to the shoulder. "You guys be nice to each other!"
"Oh, Lucifer likes a little bullying," Alastor replied immediately.
Ah, perfection. Their perturbed and embarrassed faces were absolutely worth it. Pink and gold. Hah hah!
"Hah. Or I could get some coffee brewing - I could go for the pick-me-up," he laughed merrily.
"I'll-- I'll pass, you guys go ahead," Charlie muttered in embarrassment, smiling and waving them off before heading off. She owed Vaggie twenty bucks for guessing right about the relationship.
"Hmmhmm. Coffee for you, your highness?" Alastor asked, tone clear he was still extremely full of mischief.
"I've got just the thing. I'll prepare us some Turkish and you come up with whatever pastry you'd like," Alastor proposed. "We'll save the comfort food for a rainy day."
Alastor very casually walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He wasn't sure how much Lucifer had overheard, but it'd spoil the mood to dwell.
If Alastor was strolling a liiittle more casually so that Lucifer could keep up more easily... well. No one had to know or comment.
"Good as new. No lingering effects you're trying to hide on you?" Alastor pried, folding his arms behind his back and looking down in amusement. Lucifer didn't seem to be hindered, and he wasn't as good at masking pain, but one could never be completely certain.
"That's good. I'm relieved. --Huh? Oh- no no! All clear! I noticed I'm a little rusty on the ability, though- haven't used it in... a long, long time."
He paused, and chuckled at a memory.
"She'd tell me to stop doing it, too. But I mean, if I've got this power, why not use it, right?"
"Because you have poor pain tolerance," Alastor replied ruthlessly. Maybe Lilith was that straightforward, maybe she couched it gently - but Alastor refused to hold back against Lucifer. "You are sensitive. Very, very sensitive. And expressively so."
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An elbow. "Besides, you're family! We're all in this project together, and how the Hell are we gonna have a group-op for the Hotel without its steadfast Hotelier~?"
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That word. Goodness... he glanced at Charlie. Ah. No surprise she was smiling, clearly fond of the idea.
...How would you feel, mother? Ah, a silly thought. She'd be aghast at what he'd done to be in Hell in the first place.
"Well then. I can hardly argue when Charlie's nearly tearing up in joy," Alastor teased lightly, deflecting the emotion - he'll handle that later.
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"Perfect! I'll give them a call and find out when they're next available."
He paused. Leaned. Stared.
"...And until then, I am going to take matters into my own hands and fix your coat! You stitch all those nice dolls, but you keep conveniently forgetting your clothes. Self-care, Alastor!"
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"...Alternative wear?" Curious now. You can't back out.
"If that's your decision, I'd love to get a peek at it before everything."
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"Oh, that's right! Let Rosie know I loved everything she got me last time," Charlie beamed a bit.
"What she picked for Lucifer was also impeccable. That Rosie has a talent!"
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"Er, wh-whatever you'd like to do! So long as you won't hate looking at it whenever you see the final picture." Golly, he would try and contain himself, certainly.
"Yes, Miss Rosie certainly has good taste! I've got to pick her brain on expanding my wardrobe further!" Maybe something for Alastor to tear offfffffhoooh can we settle down, please
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"It has been a while," Charlie nodded, even if she looked a little sheepish. She didn't usually enjoy the food offers, personally...
"I'll arrange a day for the three of us then. Give you plenty of notice, let the woman doll you up like she's been wanting to."
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Between... uh...
His...
...and the...
Okay, his schedule was clear already, BUT it's the principle of the thing!!
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"Right..." Charlie sighed in some relief. Her dad looked... really, really happy. Even Alastor looked chipper, rather than having his usual sharpness about him. Shaking her head, Charlie gives her dad a light playful 'punch' to the shoulder. "You guys be nice to each other!"
"Oh, Lucifer likes a little bullying," Alastor replied immediately.
"I do not need to know that, thanks!!"
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"HAHAHA ChARLIe he's- he's a rascal, isn't he!?" Bambi why
"How about we all go drink some water, huh? Hydrate! Good for the body, good for the soul!" It's true but you shouldn't say it
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"Hah. Or I could get some coffee brewing - I could go for the pick-me-up," he laughed merrily.
"I'll-- I'll pass, you guys go ahead," Charlie muttered in embarrassment, smiling and waving them off before heading off.
She owed Vaggie twenty bucks for guessing right about the relationship."Hmmhmm. Coffee for you, your highness?" Alastor asked, tone clear he was still extremely full of mischief.
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Don't spend it all in one place, Vaggie!! Avoid cafes!"See you, sweetie! L- love you...!"
His wave and his demeanor, after getting a moment to come up for air and cool off, stilled. He slowly turned his head to give Alastor a look.
"Yes. I'd love some. And maybe I won't pour it over your head, you absolute-!" He was on the attack with a triple finger-jab of his... well, his hip-
"Cheeky - giraffe - bastard!"
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"It worked to derail dear Charlie's fretting, didn't it?"
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"You made it sound like I enjoy being picked on! There's a huge difference! Besides..."
He brushed off his sleeves, sniffed indignantly. "I'm a switch."
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"...I enjoy being nibbled, but also enjoy doing the nibbling."
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"I suppose I'm the same."
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He straightened up.
"I think that coffee's gotta be a shot-in-the-dark, at this rate. Y'know, add a little espresso right on top, make it a real kick in the pants."
He HAD to know how to make something really, really good. Maybe better than Alastor.
"Remind me to make you a hot chocolate! Or a grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup."
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Alastor very casually walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He wasn't sure how much Lucifer had overheard, but it'd spoil the mood to dwell.
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He snapped his fingers. "Rugelach! I'm thinking something appropriately nutty for our respective irony."
...
His stride was so long that he needed to hustle a bit to catch up. But as he did, he opted to give him a little nudge.
"...How's your chest...?"
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"Good as new. No lingering effects you're trying to hide on you?" Alastor pried, folding his arms behind his back and looking down in amusement. Lucifer didn't seem to be hindered, and he wasn't as good at masking pain, but one could never be completely certain.
...Unless one were a hellhound. Damned things.
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He paused, and chuckled at a memory.
"She'd tell me to stop doing it, too. But I mean, if I've got this power, why not use it, right?"
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Alastor's grin only broadens.
"It's what makes bullying you enjoyable."
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