@poisonedspider
[🍎] Everyone should be asleep, which made it the perfect hour to slip down into the kitchen. He couldn't sleep for the, what was it? Fifth? Sixth day in a row. Time had been a blur since coming back to the hotel and he hadn't really left his room in that time. He was exhausted and drained from being used as a living battery, an experience he did not want to repeat.
He could still hear the TV heads laugh, mocking and cruel. He hated sinners.
Lucifer sets the kettle on, hoping some tea would help calm his nerves. He'd try anything at this point just for some semblance of comfort. Something hot might do that.
He glanced at the fridge as he waited for the water to boil, frowning at it. Food had been something he had trouble with. The idea of eating made his stomach turn in uncomfortable ways. Shaking his head, he looks back at the kettle, as if staring at it would make the water boil faster.
He just wanted to get back to his room where it was safe.
Suddenly Lucifer jumps as he hears the door to the kitchen open, quickly grabbing a pan and hiding behind it. As if the simple cooking object would hide him from being seen. Maybe if he stayed completely and utterly still, they wouldn't see him!
