"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."
"You may be able to shapeshift into a bear, but to me, your bones will always be hollow," Alastor teased, giving Lucifer a playful hip-check. Small, white, like a duck - until he bares those fangs, then he's all serpent.
From the bump and now the name, Lucifer came to a stop. His heel gave a firm tap against the floor, and with a flash of pressure, a spark in the air, the nearest door flew open.
Alastor stopped in his tracks, staring at Lucifer after glancing at the door, his smirk growing larger and larger.
Well then...
The simple command of it was electric, made his fur stand on end under his clothes. Part of him wanted to obey, to see what reward or 'punishment' awaited him. Another part of him whispered in his mind to run, to make Lucifer chase him and subdue him.
It takes a few seconds for those warring sides to settle, fighting over pros and cons silently, internally, until finally Alastor walked into the room as he was bade.
Lucifer would not repeat himself, but only watched. Waited.
When Alastor was on the move, Lucifer was close behind. Good boy.
The door was shut behind them.
"Sit." Gently spoken. The bed was made and neat. In the silence, there was the ticking of a clock on the wall, but there was something whipping in the air.
Forgive him. His tail liked to be restless sometimes.
The cockatrice tail out and about already! Well well... he was in for some venom soon. Not that Alastor minded - he sat as ordered and crossed his legs casually, hiding his thrumming heartbeat with a placid smile.
"Oh my - the second dress-down of the day, I see," he joked lightly, grin widening, "Morningstars are truly ruthless."
He crossed the room. "You thought to embarrass me in front of my daughter, and that's a line I won't have you cross without making it abundantly clear of something:"
His wings unfurled as he climbed into the bed, straddled Alastor's lap.
"You..."
A hand went to his chest, pressed firm to ease him back. The passive expression cooled as the gold of his eyes heated.
"...Are a hypocrite."
His fingers closed at his bow tie, worked it loose. He could hear the Sinner's heartbeat. Let's keep it high.
"What's that phrase again? That one about glass houses...?"
Alastor resisted, but... not enough to actually stop from being pushed back on the bed. Just enough to be stubborn. His heart hammered, filled with excitement, skin bursting into goosebumps from hearing that authoritative tone.
"...Hah! Well. You certainly didn't take the opportunity to make an accusation of your own," Alastor laughed to defend himself, swallowing a bit at his tie coming loose. "I see you prefer this kind of punishment?"
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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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"Is that the goal for today~? You wanna poke this bear, Bambi? Because the coffee can always wait."
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"My silly cockatrice~"
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A presently unoccupied room.
"In." Calm. Quiet.
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Well then...
The simple command of it was electric, made his fur stand on end under his clothes. Part of him wanted to obey, to see what reward or 'punishment' awaited him. Another part of him whispered in his mind to run, to make Lucifer chase him and subdue him.
It takes a few seconds for those warring sides to settle, fighting over pros and cons silently, internally, until finally Alastor walked into the room as he was bade.
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When Alastor was on the move, Lucifer was close behind. Good boy.
The door was shut behind them.
"Sit." Gently spoken. The bed was made and neat. In the silence, there was the ticking of a clock on the wall, but there was something whipping in the air.
Forgive him. His tail liked to be restless sometimes.
"Let's have a little chat about bullying, Bambi."
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"Oh my - the second dress-down of the day, I see," he joked lightly, grin widening, "Morningstars are truly ruthless."
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He crossed the room. "You thought to embarrass me in front of my daughter, and that's a line I won't have you cross without making it abundantly clear of something:"
His wings unfurled as he climbed into the bed, straddled Alastor's lap.
"You..."
A hand went to his chest, pressed firm to ease him back. The passive expression cooled as the gold of his eyes heated.
"...Are a hypocrite."
His fingers closed at his bow tie, worked it loose. He could hear the Sinner's heartbeat. Let's keep it high.
"What's that phrase again? That one about glass houses...?"
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"...Hah! Well. You certainly didn't take the opportunity to make an accusation of your own," Alastor laughed to defend himself, swallowing a bit at his tie coming loose. "I see you prefer this kind of punishment?"
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