[ Elio joins him on the balcony in a set of baggy clothes, also courtesy of the LAPD because of course they are. Lucifer looks him over with a slight frown, taking in his body type - slim, sure, not too tall, there's got to be something in his lost-and-found closet suitable for him - before shifting slightly to the side, leaving Elio space by the railing next to him. ]
It is something, isn't it.
[ Gaze gliding out over the city again, quickly, he steps away and plucks the travel bag from where Elio's placed it by the table. He sniffs it critically, then looks through it, one eyebrow going up slowly. Why in the world would they bother handing this stuff out to anyone? Getting stinky might even be slightly preferable. Shaking his head, he takes it in one hand, gives Elio another quick look-over, then tosses the bag over his shoulder. Over the balcony railing.
Off it flies.
Smiling happily, he offers the glass of Scotch to the other man. ]
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It is something, isn't it.
[ Gaze gliding out over the city again, quickly, he steps away and plucks the travel bag from where Elio's placed it by the table. He sniffs it critically, then looks through it, one eyebrow going up slowly. Why in the world would they bother handing this stuff out to anyone? Getting stinky might even be slightly preferable. Shaking his head, he takes it in one hand, gives Elio another quick look-over, then tosses the bag over his shoulder. Over the balcony railing.
Off it flies.
Smiling happily, he offers the glass of Scotch to the other man. ]
Being high up has many advantages, obviously.