She looked at the floor while holding out the gift card, packaged in a little pop-up card shaped like a couch. "Don't ask how I got it. Yeah, I know you don't need it. But the thought is supposed to count, or something." @halflingvero
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Lucifer raised a cautious brow as Vero approached him. She wasn’t meeting his eyes and her walk wasn’t as confident as it usually was, but that didn’t mean she was up to any good.
He took the gift card, but looked back to her before reacting. What’s the catch, he wondered silently.
He waited, but there didn’t appear to be one. He could tell by how much she seemed to hate to be doing this. Lucifer grinned mischievously before pulling Vero into a hug. Not because he was much of a hugger, he wasn’t—at all, but because she was even less of one. He did let her off after she’d trashed his room, after all. “Thank you, Vero. Errett wasn’t fibbing about there being a bit of kindness in you, after all.”