[and Lucifer has a tendency to keep the things he's given even if it's by people that hate him because frankly he doesn't have a lot of stuff or a lot of people that give him things]
[Rude that means Jack did, eventually, with a lot of work, get the last word in for that round, anyway.
Lucifer is folded up in the middle of quite a lot of destroyed plants from the storms and extracting the damaged, unsalvageable parts while trying to right the rest that might be able to recover.]
( At some point he's going to think about how weird it is that Lucifer of all people is Thorne's resident gardener. That he's good with plants.
While that may be the case, he absolutely refuses to believe his person is good with living creatures. )
What cat?! There is no reality where you can convince me there's a cat. Give it back. Worms are for friends- or, at the very least, reluctant allies. Not--
( Emphatic gesture between the two of them — whatever they are. Annoying enemies. Annoyemies. )
Who? ( He starts, but before Lucifer can even think to answer, he's already waving his hands around in the air like he's swatting away a bunch of annoying bees. ) No, never mind, it doesn't matter. Stop- trying to distract me, just fork it over!
( His answer is flat and completely deadpan. He considered it, and then made the executive decision not to.
Just behind Jack's left shoulder, a tiny little bandit face pokes out from beneath his shirt collar. Rita makes direct eye contact with Lucifer. Jack doesn't seem to notice. )
( Rita blinks. If Lucifer spoke raccoon, he might interpret it as nice garden you got here, sure would be a shame if some feral creature were to pee everywhere. Or maybe it was just a blink. Who's to say? She doesn't get much of a chance to clarify; Jack snaps his fingers. )
Okay, listen. Let me just lay it out for you: give me the worm back, or I'm going to make things really, really annoying. I have a lot of free time now.
How do you have free time? I thought you were supposed to be training. [Like a magic trick, he produces the worm, expertly woven between his fingers. It's less about Worm Skill and more that he plays a lot of string games.
He tuts.] All I want is a 'please', that's really not so difficult.
( Proving that his manners absolutely exist, he offers a very clipped, very terse: )
Thanks.
( And hugs the worm to his chest as he turns to leave. Rita's head, like a swiveling parascope, stays pointed firmly at Lucifer in a weird, preternatural gaze from the back of his shirt the entire time. )
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[and Lucifer has a tendency to keep the things he's given even if it's by people that hate him because frankly he doesn't have a lot of stuff or a lot of people that give him things]
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You don't deserve worm on a string
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this is what happens when he's needling people, clearly]
[WORKING. god.]
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Whatever, I'm coming.
( And, ten minutes later, along comes a Very Defiant Jack, searching the gardens furiously until he sets eyes on Lucifer.
And points!! Emphatically!! )
You! Give me back my worm!
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Lucifer is folded up in the middle of quite a lot of destroyed plants from the storms and extracting the damaged, unsalvageable parts while trying to right the rest that might be able to recover.]
I think the cat ran off with it.
[The Cat Did Not.]
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While that may be the case, he absolutely refuses to believe his person is good with living creatures. )
What cat?! There is no reality where you can convince me there's a cat. Give it back. Worms are for friends- or, at the very least, reluctant allies. Not--
( Emphatic gesture between the two of them — whatever they are. Annoying enemies. Annoyemies. )
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And he's grown to like the work. Here, and what he tended in the Nether of the future, and now his Horizon domain.
So it's a tragedy that the storm cut through.
He ignores Jack's spluttering and puts a hand to his check in mock-horror.] You do the Duchess a disservice.
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( Grabby hands!! )
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( His answer is flat and completely deadpan. He considered it, and then made the executive decision not to.
Just behind Jack's left shoulder, a tiny little bandit face pokes out from beneath his shirt collar. Rita makes direct eye contact with Lucifer. Jack doesn't seem to notice. )
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Hey! Don't talk to her! Give me my stupid worm!
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Okay, listen. Let me just lay it out for you: give me the worm back, or I'm going to make things really, really annoying. I have a lot of free time now.
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He tuts.] All I want is a 'please', that's really not so difficult.
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But fine. If that's all it's going to take? He's dying on worm hill, he doesn't have to die on manners hill too.
He holds out a hand, and firmly says: )
Please.
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Thanks.
( And hugs the worm to his chest as he turns to leave. Rita's head, like a swiveling parascope, stays pointed firmly at Lucifer in a weird, preternatural gaze from the back of his shirt the entire time. )