[Bringing Chloe into it wasn't fair, John. Without her here, he'd probably already be at John's, poking and prodding at the new Lucifer to see if and when he'd explode, and what exactly that would entail. Now? Well... shut up, John.]
That's a lie. He has Gabriel, who happens to like him, from what I remember.
He and Gabriel are complicated. He doesn't have anyone but me. Never really did as far I know knew.
[John takes whatever advantage that is dropped into his hands. He's also defensive of this 'new' Lucifer, protecting him and slipping back into the bad habit of calling him 'his'. Last time there was no one to take offense or see the danger for what it is.]
[Chloe believes in Lucifer, sacrifices for him. What does John believe in or sacrifice for 'his' new Lucifer?]
If he doesn't remember you, then he doesn't have that, does he. I think this is just you grasping for something.
If anything happens, John, it's you making it happen. Why the hell would you try to handle him in the first place? Is he running around threatening to rip everyone's head off? Let him. Not like they'll stay ripped off.
He's causing some problems. Others try to handle him, and we could end up worse than we were. Lucifer doesn't need to run afoul of the people here. He'll do that on his own later on. Doesn't need to do it right off.
Why not? What better way to slap the rabid dog on the nose than to remind him this isn't the throne he used to perch his not-ass on? He's not a child, Johnny boy. Stop treating him like one.
I'm not a child in need of coddling either. Petting, yes. Affection, certainly. Naked tangoing, yes please. But coddling? You're not doing him any favors. Nor yourself when and if he clues in.
I think I'm full up with the things in the basement, the cats that keep wandering through and trying to avoid taking a starring role in 'Frozen' if my Lucifer loses his temper again.
Text - So very true. So... take it, John. Dumbass.
You keep referring to him as yours when you and I both know you're not from his world, nor does he in this incarnation hold any attachment to you -- other than what you're shoving at him.
I think you've found your new lady love, Johnny. Shall I send flowers?
Text - left the door open for you but no one showed up
I don't have too much ego to call Chloe and tell her you're picking on me again if it keeps you busy for awhile. Maybe you'll get lucky and she'll spank you this time.
text - see John's earlier point
As whatever you want or preserving your life. I and a few archangels need to settle him down before he hurts someone. I want you safe. You and Chloe.
Text - John wants to see Luci's dick? Okay.
That's a lie. He has Gabriel, who happens to like him, from what I remember.
text - He does but that wasn't the point.
[John takes whatever advantage that is dropped into his hands. He's also defensive of this 'new' Lucifer, protecting him and slipping back into the bad habit of calling him 'his'. Last time there was no one to take offense or see the danger for what it is.]
[Chloe believes in Lucifer, sacrifices for him. What does John believe in or sacrifice for 'his' new Lucifer?]
Let us handle this. We know him.
Text - Maybe it was, John. Maybe it was.
If anything happens, John, it's you making it happen. Why the hell would you try to handle him in the first place? Is he running around threatening to rip everyone's head off? Let him. Not like they'll stay ripped off.
text - genitals are not always the point.
He's causing some problems. Others try to handle him, and we could end up worse than we were. Lucifer doesn't need to run afoul of the people here. He'll do that on his own later on. Doesn't need to do it right off.
Text - Says who?
Text - says anyone trying to balance out two
If it were you, I would do the same. He's just more likely to lash out than you are.
Text - Well, maybe he should try just one.
text - because he could never pick just one
Naked tango it is if I ever need to come bail you out. I'll wear just the trench.
Text - Fair enough. So have them all =)
text - because who would encourage having it all if not Lucifer?
Text - So very true. So... take it, John. Dumbass.
I think you've found your new lady love, Johnny. Shall I send flowers?
Text - left the door open for you but no one showed up
Don't start with me, peacock.
Text - Should have sent an invite
text - will owl one to you next time
Text - Damn well better
Text - skywriting if all else fails.
Text - Morse Code : COME FUCK NOW
Her.
Look, it's complicated.
text - nothing like laying a bed Luci got him each night thinking that.
Complicated how? More childbirth?
Text - Just admit it, John. You're going to be happy about the sexy dove
[Alarmingly succinct for such a verbose little peacock.]
Text - that bed might get used for more than passing out on.
[Trying to prod Lucifer into it? Nope, never. Why would someone say that?]
Text - Careful, John. Someone might have fun.
text - Someone else might get a repeat invite
Text - John might enjoy himself enough to try to make it a thing.
text - He might if Lucifer can perform up to expectations
Text - Rude, John. So rude.
text - the rudeness has just begun
Text - Should change your name to Rudy.