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@truearchangel asked:
"What do you call a chicken in the 1960’s? A funky chicken."
What was this now? He's hardly gotten back on good terms with the Archangel and here he was attempting to send a joke in Lucifer's direction. The Devil hardly wants to pay it much mind but something pulls at his attention despite himself.
He wants to remain smug. He wants to caste an unphazed front outward but the old familiarity is there, and for a fraction of a second...it feels... like home.
Approached any other way, something less indirect perhaps, he might have blown it off entirely but this feeling from what would be the closest to an angel's childhood and formulative years overtakes him. A small smirk forms and slowly begins to spread. He turns towards Michael, with that shared look only twins can harbor, the one that says, without words that there's a shared secret between them.
In those days, long since gone and never spoken of these days, they joked together alot and often, granted the jokes mostly came from Samael but it was those rare occassions in which Michael actually displayed some semblance of a sense of humor that always cracked Samael. The bad jokes were the best!
Not wanting to be out done presently, as he was a dad and this supposed joke his brother had just told sounded close enough to what folks deem as dad jokes, Lu allows a quick slip up of his demeanor and joins in, for old times sake.
"Oh, look who's here, great timing brother o' mine. It just so happens that I uh... got a new goose recently." A wave of his cane and a bolt of crimson lightning strikes down before him, red clouds accompanied by shimmering gold dust poof into existance then dissapate to reveal a fine specimen of a healthy, happy goose, it waggles it's tail feathers and begins glancing around curiously. "You can have a gander if you're interested but I don't recommend petting him, you may feel a little down~"
@truearchangel asked:
“Lucifer! Look, look!” He was practically shoving himself against Lucifer to show him his phone. “These birds are so cool, aren’t they? They’re called Frillback Pigeons.”
His personal space is being invaded — why is it being invaded, with a look of surprise on his face Lucifer glances over none other than the exuberant archangel, a couple of times. When it registers that the topic is birds that does more for making any sense of the situation than any verbal explaination would as they shared a fondness and hyperfixation of sorts for the avian persuasion, albeit this general interest typically took on different branches for each twin.
The Devil is about to attempt to push away but as he's about to turn, first his eyes drop to the small screen.
"Oh! By-golly, is that — nooo, curly feathers?! Oh hoh hoh! Who was responsible for this one because that is such a creative touch!" Beaming with an enlarged smile, all else has fallen away and only the excitement matters, fascination has overtaken Lucifer just as it had Michael.
He eagerly scoots in closer, gawking like a child lost to wonderment as Michael shows off several more images of the stupendous specimens.
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Naturally, he was bound to receive urgent messages requesting his presence by the Heaven's Embassy, he was the King of all of the Seven Rings of Hell and their primary contact as a representative now that his wife was long gone and out of the picture, so to speak.
Not only did he despise the whole ordeal but he loathed the concept entirely. Organized, scheduled meetings and pre-determined topics to discuss. It was all so restrictive and confining. Lucifer always found himself to be more of the improvisation sort of fella. Situations like this were doomed from the start for him, resentments abound.
And to make the whole situation worse, it had been at the Archangel Michael's behest, yup, he was the one who was apparently set to spearheading this new objective of getting Lucifer to make an appearance in person to negotiate the more recent events. The Devil wasn't sure if Michael had pushed for the position but knowing him, Lucifer would maintain his suspicions. It was highly likely.
A spatial portal slowly opens up, a ring of illuminating liquid-like gold splitting through reality, expanding until another place entirely is visible. Hell's ruler steps through and it closes behind him at the snap of his fingers. He glances around, jaded before clicking his tongue at an empty meeting hall. With that he walks over towards the ornate glass of a large window, fixing his gaze down over Pentagram City while resting his hands atop his cane expecting to hear the hologram turn on at any minute now.
