“…Hey, it’s okay to be worried you are with all of his now and to show emotion is a good thing.” He looked at him not upset in his tone but a soft tone as if he’s helping a child find his grandma.
Belial is very, very, thankful he took care of him even if Fif wouldn’t heal him even if the fallen angel wouldn’t admit it but he enjoyed his company even teaching him to sneak out.
“Right? It’s amazing how mortals progressed with drinks and food like this.” even when he had his first meal it was..crap it had improved later on the years goes by.
Belial had lead the way into the crowds and shops looking around for it. “It should be around..ah there we go.” He chuckled entering the store seeing the types of costumes on display.
“Yes…you are right,” he says after a beat, as if he can just barely understand Belial’s words despite the soft tone at which he speaks. He’s always struggled to express himself - where Sandalphon seemed to feel rather intensely when it came to his emotions, Lucifer himself fell short. Or rather, he fell short when it came to outwardly expressing them. He had always felt them deeply within his core, but had gotten into the habit of suppressing his emotions thousands of years ago. Releasing them freely is still something he’s working on. “I feel no shame in admitting I was worried for you.” Though, it does feel strange to openly say such a thing when he had never, truly, expressed concern for the fallen in the past when they had fought together. He supposes that had steamed solely from his faith in the other.
He perks up at the discussion of food and drinks. Truthfully, he’s utterly fascinated by the topic as a whole. Over the years since he had spent within Canaan, mortals had crafted more recipes than he would have ever thought possible. Their culinary expertise was remarkable. It’s something he’s eager to learn. Though, somehow, his dishes never seem to come out quite as planned - though Sandalphon tolerated them well enough. Ah, it reminded him a bit of how Lucilius would try his cooking without a fuss whenever he was concerned for the Astral’s health due to his habit of over-working himself.
“It is truly incredible. I am eager to learn from them. One day I pray that I might be able to create what they have.” It’s not exactly a secret that Lucifer, despite all of his apparent perfection, has a glaring flaw that his creator had overlooked - he simply is utterly helpless in the kitchen, and can’t cook to save anyone’s life. But, ah, well, that fact remains a secret to Lucifer given how unwilling Sandalphon and, formerly, Lucilius, were to allow such information to reach his ears.
With the drink finished, he follows after Belial - slipping through the crowds and occasionally glancing at the other shops they pass by. While he’s been to various Skydweller islands since his revival, he never finds them less interesting. But, right now, his focus is on keeping up with Belial, and finding a costume to wear. Entering the store after the other, his eyes roam about the shop briefly before a low hum vibrates in his throat. “I see, so this is what is popular amongst the Skydwellers these days. I must admit, I do find these outfits a tad strange, but I am not adverse to trying them.” He taps his index finger against his chin as if he’s seriously mulling over the various outfits on display as if they’re an important key to understanding mortals and this holiday as a whole.
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