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Coughing from water going down the wrong pipe

Lucifer peered at Alastor then flatly spoke sarcastically. "Wow, so great to see your sassy side is back in full swing."

"Huh? Well I mean you said you were gonna stay until you returned to normal. I just assumed YOU wanted to go."

Lucifer blinked, watching Alastor transform back into his usual state then gestured a hand at him. "Well looks like you're all better now, huh? No sleepover needed."

Lucifer nods as he sits back down on his bed. "Yeah, it's kinda like when your eyes get all dialy and your antlers get all growy."

"Mine?" He looked up to where they once were. "They only come out along with my eyes turning red when I'm angry. My devil tail and wings can pretty much just come out whenever." Lucifer then looked back at Alastor with a slight grin. "I like your odd antlers."

"The horns?" He curiously repeated. "You like your horns being touched?"

"Oh....ooooh." His return to their normal state and his horns shrink away. "Right that's um...I knew you meant that." No he didn't obviously. "I imagine that didn’t help your touch aversion."

"WaitaminutehedidWHAT?!" Sitting up abruptly, his eyes became red at the same time as his demonic horns suddenly appeared. You moved off of the bed. "He TOUCHED you AND made him watch something like that?!" It appeared that Lucifer was mistaking the word 'touched' in a darker way.

"Heavy?" Lucifer gave him a curious look and eyebrow raise. "What did he do to you?"

Alastor’s effort at least caused Lucifer to turn towards him instead of continuing to stay turned away. He wondered what kind of woman his mother was though, if he missed her like Lucifer missed Lilith then he might not want to talk about her. "...Do you still think about being his prisoner?"

He frowned a little to himself when Alastor commented on Lilith before turning away from him on his side with a displeased, small groan. "I reeeeeally don't feel like crying in front of you but...yeah. Yeah, I miss her a lot."

"Well that guy seemed like a weirdo all around so it might have just been some kind of weird kink, I dunno." He gave a casual shrug, his arms now crossed. "I don’t know why they want to touch you but I wont without permission. " Lucifer plopped back down on his bed. "Besides, its not like - +

"Pimps aren't exactly on my radar, my guy."

Slowly, he decides to go for it and gives his shoulder one pat. "How's that? Want to bite my head off?"

The king now eyed him, seemingly hesitant to pat his shoulder now.

Lucifer squinted at him in annoyance. "I sorta just did, mister stuck up. I just wanted to...I don't know..." He looked to the side as if embarrassed of his next words. "...Wanted to help you feel more comfortable being touched in case you really want a hug someday. Hugs feel nice, - +

He blinked again, seemingly thinking something over before speaking again. "Can I give you a shoulder pat?"

Lucifer blinked, staring at him silently for a moment before raising his eyebrow. "Do you even like hugs?"

"So it suits you now, huh?"

"Still nothing."

"I have absolutely no clue who that is. "

Am I a pretty king~? ✨️❤️

"I...don't want this."

Oh my

"That was at least better than being bit."

Feeling a bit bashful, his hug is hesitant at first though soon broke away, clearing his throat.

He looked from Alastor back down to the duck before looking away as he hugged the stuffed duck to his chest. "...Thanks."

He peered at Alastor, looking him up and down before looking away as he held his arms out as if sucking up his pride enough to silently ask for a hug.

He peered at the stuffed duck though took it anyway and examined it. "I feel like I'm being mocked here..."

Your hugs might have spikes somehow.

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Wanna give a lil hug

"Uh...it uh..." He nervously tried to put together the rest of the missing letters. Come on, Lu, it was outside of your damn room. Wait...IT WAS OUTSIDE OF HIS ROOM! "ALASTOR! IT'S ALASTOR!' Lucifer looked very proud of himself.

Lucifer groaned, closing his eyes. "I knooow I knooow, but I want to at least try for Charlie. " Looking back over at Alastor, he furrowed his vm "...Yours starts with an A."

Ah crap, there was the question. The guilty king gave a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck "I'm just kinda...well...I'm not too great with names sometimes." Weird enough though, whenever someone said Alastor's name though he knew exactly who he was.

Lucifer blinked, obviously thrown off by the act of respect from Alastor before looking to the side, not sure how to take it. Alastor was being...surprisingly pretty respectful today (not with everything but still). "I...thanks, Bambi."

"Well yeah of course it does! You try being stuck in a box for however long that guy had me in there giving me bad tickles." He spoke as if it was a normal occurrence .

"I was just...y-you know..." He began to move his arms in a gesturing motion as if trying to bring the right words to him. "...I thought you were just teasing and wanted to call you out." Lucifer then looked to the side with a grimace. "But I quickly realized how stupid that was."

Oh. He stopped. Cool cool. He rubbed the spot he was bitten, peering at Alastor with a stubborn, childish pout. "You were supposed to not actually do it."

"Stooop stopstopstop I don't like this!" He said, still struggling due to the fact he couldn't actually do damage to the sinner. "It doesn't hurt as bad as the scary box but STILL!"

"I really wish I could punch you..."

"FUCK! Hooookayokayowowow you weren't joking!" Lucifer tried to wiggle his arm free. Okay that was a bad choice, Lu, a VERY bad choice. Are you an idiot?!

"Thaaat's the one!...Proooobably. The one that built the scary box."

His eyebrow twitched, this bastard was having way too much fun with this. Well, let's go a different way with this then. "...You know what?" He's going to call his damn bluff! Lucifer walked over to the couch with a very smug grin and crossed arms. "Do it then. Get it out of your system, - +

Lucifer looked up from his duck to peer at Alastor in irritation. "No. Biting."

Casually, Lucifer stands again for a moment, summons his cane once more, and spins it as a spiral of fire changes his outfit from his usual attire to his more comfortable pink sweater outfit. He makes his cane disappear and then flopped onto the bed on his stomach. There, much comfier. He - +

"Car...cara uh...car somethin'."