Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

Silver could handle all sorts of heat being from the West Indies, but even he was getting to the point where he was getting tired of summer and the heat. He could, of course, wear something other than leather but he had a whole pirate aesthetic he needed to comply with.

Instead he was supplementing his usual rum drinking tonight with an iced latte because he could be a basic bitch when he had the mind to be.

Galactica Point, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had certainly had worse weekends on Fandom. It was quiet, yes, but for once he didn't feel the manic need to end that quietness, to fill it with something loud.

Intead he went for a walk, and actually took a moment to enjoy the sunshine. To watch the few active rickshaws move nimbly up and down the stairs. To listen to the birds. All that sort of thing.

He came to a stop at Galactica Point, as had always been his wont when he wandered. He put his arms down on the thick stone fence and looked at the water.

His phone rumbled.

With a frown, he reached into his pocket to produce it, and saw--

--a picture from Miss Lopez, of a cat with a chicken. He rushed to unlock his phone, jumping over to his instant messenger app and found that all of his sent messages from the past few months were suddenly set to read.

Heart leaping into his throat, he skipped to Miss Lopez's message - the only person who had answered him so far - and typed I'm going to take that as sexual innuendo, you know how I feel about cats. Hit send.

And watched it get stuck on 'sending' again.

Right. More angry phone calls to Portalocity, it would have to be.

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Stark Industries- Sunday

[thatwaslucky]

Rey had had other plans for the day, and yet her work day was mostly being spent cleaning up kiwi fruits from where they were spilling out of everything she opened.

Why were there kiwi fruits all over? You know what, Rey wanted to know the answer to that question, too.


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