[Shooting the breeze with the devil, why the hell not? It's nice of Lucifer not to insist on it, and it's not like Lloyd's too eager to venture back into the streets to be baked and roasted by the sun and lose all that nice post-shower feeling.
He takes a seat, pours himself a little scotch, and tries not to stare at Lucifer too hard. It's kinda tough.]
So how's your... vacation from hell going? The other hell.
[Usually, with the devil types, Lloyd doesn't tend to be very chatty. He's worried about saying the wrong thing and ending up a splatter on the floor. But it's better to say something than keep staring like an idiot.]
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[Shooting the breeze with the devil, why the hell not? It's nice of Lucifer not to insist on it, and it's not like Lloyd's too eager to venture back into the streets to be baked and roasted by the sun and lose all that nice post-shower feeling.
He takes a seat, pours himself a little scotch, and tries not to stare at Lucifer too hard. It's kinda tough.]
So how's your... vacation from hell going? The other hell.
[Usually, with the devil types, Lloyd doesn't tend to be very chatty. He's worried about saying the wrong thing and ending up a splatter on the floor. But it's better to say something than keep staring like an idiot.]