[text]: sometimse i think abot u in the bath so i text you this time i was so worred you lefted for a minute DON"t tell me goodbuy i hate gooodbyes liek detroit stay for christmes ill get sobbber i prmise!!!!!!!!!!! the trees shuld be as big as a tree i liek all tres as shapes and szies i now you can find best tree for me the perfected size tree for nick and lucifers christmas celeberation1!!111111111 an two bad i buyed you present already i hid it under my bed dont touch it u naughty angle
[text]: That you are telling me this has me worrying about your level of intoxication. Why would you think about me then? Or do you simply think about me no matter where you are? …I promise I won’t give you another Detroit goodbye.
[text]: I don’t truly worry about you. That was a jest.
[text]: Maybe you shouldn’t have given away the hiding place then, you naughty human. Now stop texting me in the nude and focus attention on your hygiene.
[text]: Too late. I’m already in your house.
And so he was. He’d set down a tree on its side across the living room, needles falling out around it, Lucifer having no clue as to the tools used to properly set it upright. A moment later he was lounging in the bathroom doorway, back against its frame as he crossed arms over his chest. He hadn’t waltzed in; it’d already been open. Only normal that he chose to remain silent, waiting to see if the man even noticed his presence.