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factuallysatan: (the gift that keeps giving)

[personal profile] factuallysatan 2021-07-28 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Elio follows him quickly, already proving himself quite adept at simply going with the flow. That's a great quality for a man who's immune to the Devil's mojo, really - it'll make it a lot easier, figuring out why. Lucifer looks at him sideways as they step outside, the campus around them buzzing with nervous excitement, people gathering in clusters, no doubt whispering about the murder, about whodunnit, gearing each other up. He likes that. Maybe some of them will burn off the nerves later with a drink or two, drugs, sex.

As they should. ]


I suppose you'd know me by the wrong name.

[ He keeps his pacing slow enough to match the other man's shorter legs - now that he's in a conversational mood, he's got no significant problems slowing himself down for the occasion. ]

Since I'm planning on buying you coffee - [ He smiles, softer around the edges now. Next to them, someone's whispering Elio's last name and pointing towards them. Oh yeah. That's what happens when you're a murder suspect, supposedly, the gossip machine's cranked up to eleven. ] - you should have the real one. I'm Lucifer Morningstar.

[ He doesn't hold out a hand in greeting, seeing as they're walking and he's already man-handled the poor fellow as it is. Aside from the names, surely they're past all further needs for introduction. ]