@infernal-blaze ; A familiar shadow gestures at Lucifer to look its way. There's something hidden behind its back! A knife? A note? The shadow outstretches its hand, a bright and jagged grin on its face. It offers Lucifer a bouquet of vibrant yellow flowers. The moment those flowers leave its hands, it disappears with a silent cackle as the sound of a crackling radio grows ever closer. When Alastor rounds the corner, he is clearly in a disheveled state. His ears are pinned back and he was still in the process of pulling his coat over his shoulder. When his eyes finally land on Lucifer and the bouquet, he stops, stares, and immediately turns around to walk away with a very distinct red coloration on his face. unprompted asks ━ always accepting.
it is not often that alastor's shadow separates from its host, from what little lucifer has seen of its more mysterious habits. once before, he can recall, the silhouette came to him seeking some form of attention ; much like it is now, in his peripheral view. morningstar's gaze turns at the encouragement, somewhat endeared by the obviousness of those gestures, and he approaches the dark figure that has manifested outside its usual flatter state against the walls of the hotel. that too is unusual. then he glances down, suddenly aware that the entity is holding something behind its back, and cocks a brow. there are not many things lucifer would expect to receive from alastor's strange extension, ( if at all, ) but considering how it has behaved in the past. . . he somehow feels less inclined to believe it will be as horrific a gift as alastor himself might bring. a shiny trinket it found laying around ? maybe lucifer dropped something earlier without noticing ? or ━ flowers, bright and entirely too vibrant not to notice against the contrast of its dark, spectral body. the brilliant yellow is eye-catching, entrancing lucifer enough to take the bouquet without any thought or hesitation, and it is only when alastor's shadow dissipates into wisps that he is able to give the gift a proper once-over.
it's. . . sweet. his smile etches into the apples of his cheeks, and creases the bags under his eyes. he's not entirely too sure what to make of it ; whether the flowers are somehow symbolic of something unsaid, or if they were picked with the simple association in mind of lucifer to the colour. maybe he's overthinking it entirely. not much more time is given to ruminate over what or why, though. not before the chaotic sputtering of static draws close enough that lucifer turns, just in time to see alastor round the corner looking like a mess. safe to assume their state has something to do with the flowers ━ and he intends to ask, but alastor's near-immediate turn in the opposite direction robs him of the opportunity. a hand reaches out, and lucifer's amusement can't be helped when he calls after them,
❝ we-hell hey now ━ pff, hold on ! ❞
followed then by the devil trying to catch up to his gift-giver's pace. not so easily achievable when he is competing with their lankier legs, but a light jog might help close the distance.
❝ ha-wait up ! come on, what are you ? ━ embarrassed ?? ❞