( lucifer )
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doesn’t answer, just shrugs. someone home, someone not home. didn’t make a damn difference to him, could teleport into anywhere he wanted; the pentagon, the tower of london. only seems to stretch out more on the couch before finally sitting himself up slowly but that was as far as he went. if stiles thought he was being in any way intimidating, then he was sorely mistaken.
’ i wanted to see you. only natural that you would feel the same way. ’
frowns some at the insult but otherwise doesn’t look too bothered. angel leans forward, reaches out a hand that catches on the boy’s hip.
’ sit down with me, sweetheart. ‘
" you wanted to see me because you like getting under my skin. i, however, don't enjoy being near you in any way shape or form. " let alone under you, stiles adds in his head. none of which was one hundred percent true, he was just more than a little petulant. hadn't seen lucifer in weeks, why should he be nice to him? the only time he visited was when he felt like being an annoying shit and knew stiles was the only person who would continue to even halfway put up with it so he could get his jollies off being an asshole. regardless, stiles jumps when the angel touches him, trying, unsuccessfully, to back away and ending up hitting the backs of his knees to the coffee table. " i.. don't want to. i wanna stand. i'm gonna.. keep standing. and don't call me sweetheart it's creepy and weird and you're disallowed. pet names are for people who see each other on a regular basis, and are friends, or more, or whatever, just not for you. "
