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Little Hades IC Inbox

"For messages and whatnot."

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?

I called in his brother. Maybe you're right and Gabriel can do it better. At least he's family.

Don't start with me, peacock.

Or what? You'll... do absolutely nothing? Yes, yes, I've seen that.

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.

Don't tease. This THING is more difficult than I'd originally thought.

I asked Gabriel to help you since you're such a wanker that left me hanging. Not working?

I've been too busy. With stuff. To see him. Her. Look, it's complicated.

I read 'excuses from the Morningstar' in that.

Complicated how? More childbirth?

No.

[Alarmingly succinct for such a verbose little peacock.]

All right, don't tell me. Martyr is what you accused me of but you seem to do better.

[Trying to prod Lucifer into it? Nope, never. Why would someone say that?]

You're a terrible liar. Just thought you should know.

I can't make you tell me what's got your tail in a knot. Reverse psychology must not work on the Lightbringer.

Likely not. Look at that, I'm immune to SOMETHING.

Using humour to deflect is more my game, but I'll let you tell me if and when you're ready. Until then, I've got a nice bed to enjoy.

Do that. Get all nice and snuggly. Hope you don't mind that I sprawled naked on it after delivery. Smells like me.

So that's what the scent is that makes me have to take myself in hand. Good to know.

Cheeky. That preference of yours is starting to show, John. Careful, otherwise your other me might get jealous.

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Little Hades IC Inbox

Text - So very true. So... take it, John. Dumbass.

Text - left the door open for you but no one showed up

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

text - nothing like laying a bed Luci got him each night thinking that.

Text - Just admit it, John. You're going to be happy about the sexy dove

Text - that bed might get used for more than passing out on.

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.