cell phone - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500
He can’t believe he’s actually stepping foot in a Build-A-Bear. Him, the Devil, in a store full of little cretins running about. But— the urchin wanted some special edition stuffed toy in return for a favor from him. She’s getting quite good at making deals.
“Ooh, I want that one!” the child says, pointing to a blue teddy bear with little gold stars scattered all over it. “You even get to name your own star.”
Lucifer’s mouth quirks in a smile.
“Very well,” he says. “You remember our deal, yes?”
“One bear with one set of clothing or two accessories,” she recalls.
He nods approvingly.
“I want the two accessories,” she says. “So the stars aren’t covered.”
“Well, hurry up then. I don’t have all day,” he says, somewhat impatiently.
A sticky child bumps into him while running towards the back of the store. Lucifer huffs.
Lucifer scrolls through texts while the offspring stuffs the bear, tuning out the silly instructions of “creating” a heart for the stuffed animal. How ridiculous.
“Okay, I know what accessories I want!” the small human informs him.
She holds up a gold star and a toy smart phone.
“Why does your bear need a cell phone?” he asks.
“So she can text me if she gets lost,” she says, as if it’s obvious.
“You know it’s not alive, don’t you?” he asks, concerned.
What do they teach her at school? The urchin just rolls her eyes. She looks like her mother when she does that.
She runs up to the computers to name her bear. Lucifer waits impatiently as she does so, peeking at the screen. Not that he cares. He’s allowed to be curious.
Cassiopeia, she’s named it.
“Good choice,” he says quietly.
She smiles brightly back at him. They ring the stuffed bear up (Lucifer makes sure it comes in the condo-box) and exit the store. Apparently, the tiny human can’t wait to go home before naming her star, so he follows her to a bench nearby. He refuses on account of germs, but he peers at her phone so he can see what she’s doing.
“Now hold on,” he says, snatching up her phone. “It says here ‘star naming is not recognized by the… scientific community’? This is preposterous!”
“It’s a Build-A-Bear stuffie, Lucifer. No duh,” the urchin says.
“Would you like your star name to be recognized by the scientific community?”
“Sure, that’d be cool. But it’s impossible.”
“Nothing’s impossible for the Devil, urchin.”
He makes a call to an astronaut working at NASA who owes him a favor, one who he doesn’t owe him too greatly. He’s saving that contact for when the child is old enough to be president of Mars. The young lady seems confused at his request, but complies. She asks Lucifer what he’d like to name the star.
“What would you like to name the star, child?” he asks.
“Lucifer!” she says, smirking.
His voice absolutely does not crack when reciting that to the astronaut.