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[dealwiththe]

[ If anyone has been looking for Lucifer for the past several-ish days, he’s been totally incommunicado. Not around the ship, not in his cabin on floor 2, not responding to any messages left for him. But he’s not gone.

Now he’s back, in fact! Today he’s in a cabin, and he’s… shirtless. And his hair is a bit mussed, bordering on curly, rather than its usual perfectly-coiffed state. You’re welcome! And, frankly, he looks a hell of a lot more relaxed than he did the last time he showed his face on the network - he’d been almost manic before, a slightly sharp edge to the smiles that never quite reached his eyes. Now, however, he’s chill. Easy. The smile is maybe less bright, but more genuine, the corners of his eyes crinkled with it. ]

If there’s still anyone suffering from an inability to speak, I have a suggestion to make! Have you tried orgasms?

[ He looks very smug about something. And then a female voice can be heard off-camera, one that no one on the ship will recognize except for Miss Lopez. An exasperated “Lucifer!”

He only looks more smug, if that’s possible. ]

Right. Coming, Detective!

[ See what he did there? And he turns off the video feed before anyone can catch a glimpse of the mysterious Detective. ]

Comments

[albatrossomen]

For the frustration that undoubtedly comes with the territory of Celestials.

[devilsheel]

Oh. That's... It's fine. I meant it, you really don't me or anyone an apology.

[albatrossomen]

Hm. I shall consider that. At any rate, I think I'll let you get back to your task at hand.

[devilsheel]

Task at hand... [ A snort that ends on a chuckle. ] Thanks, and it was nice speaking with you.

[albatrossomen]

[Heh heh heh, maybe he's not completely devoid of humor after all.]

You as well, enjoy!