inbox: abraxas

[stations]

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[stations]

Yes.

( 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. )

[thedevilwhorose]

[Lucifer will in fact address the raccoon, ignoring Jack other than pointing at him.] Don't look at me, he's the one lacking basic manners.

[stations]

( 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. )

Hey! Don't talk to her! Give me my stupid worm!

[thedevilwhorose]

No. [Hey technically he never said he'd give it back.]

[stations]

( This seriously fucking figures. )

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.

[thedevilwhorose]

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.

[stations]

( The answer to that question is outside of training my girlfriend is gone and I barely sleep, but that sounds sad even in his own head.

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.

[thedevilwhorose]

[Without expression or commentary, Lucifer relinquishes the worm, and then silently returns to fixing the garden.]

[stations]

( 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. )