Feb 9, 2024
❝ glad t'a know i ain't th'a only one wit' a shitty dad tha' had no respect f'a women. ❞
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❝ glad t'a know i ain't th'a only one wit' a shitty dad tha' had no respect f'a women. ❞
He's not sure whether or not to be upset he cut it off there.
The amp check is rather jarring. It fills the hotel's auditorium with a hissing energy that sparks right up into the golden axe that appears quite suddenly in his hands. Pinned to hell like a butterfly with its wings nailed into a display didn't mean he couldn't still put on a show. And oh, he had a show to put on thanks to a certain static demon's prescence putting on airs like he was better than him when he'd been the red bitch of a one to tuck tail and run in that last battle shared.
"This one ~ " He crackles over the hacked loudspeaker of the meeting room, strumming a few antsy chords while swinging a snarky gaze over to a certain red guest. "Goes out to you, bitch. @stagred"
And with that, he began a rather eccentric electric-guitar cover. Complete with the singing (if it could be called that). "-bring me a bucket and a MOP...FOR THIS WET ASS PUSSY. GIMME EVERYTHING YOU GOT FOR THIS WET ASS PUSSY-"
Fitting...considering there were definitely some whores in this house.
LOCAL SPIDER IS CLUELESS, relaxing in the lobby on the couch
...me knowing the punchline but not having a muse that could reply with it.
@stagred
"What do you mean incorrect?"
He has placed the raw ingredients for king cake on Vox's desk, all of them loose and uncontained, including liquid ingredients. Happy Mardis Gras!
"..." Luckily he has people to clean that up. He is going to look at uping security though.
Every rubber duckie in the hotel has been adorned with a tiny bead necklace or two.
...even the rubber ducks in his room???? C'MON! Lucifer nearly smacks himself with more force than necessary as his hand comes up to cover his face, exasperated. How'd he even get in here?
Between his fingers, Lucifer makes eye contact with a particularly small rubber duck. His Valentine's Day-themed duckie. It has a necklace to match now. His gaze softens.
Maybe he'll join the festivities...he does love a party.