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fandomtownies2019-11-01 06:22 pm
my_own_advocate) wrote in fandomtownies2019-11-01 06:22 pm
Entry tags:
Jeff, God of Biscuits, Friday Afternoon
"All right, I'll have three boxes of those donuts," Lucifer said, pointing at one at random. "The sugary ones. The ones that look downright sinful and will likely file down the teeth of anyone who eats them."
A beat.
"No, they're not for me," he hastened to add. "I want you to send them to... cops. Is there a police station here? You know what, just put the boxes on the till and put the label 'cops' on it. I've met cops before, they can smell it. I know what you're thinking, 'it's a stereotype', but it honestly isn't."
He laughed, then grinned.
"... And I'll have the eclair."
Nothing quite as devilish as chocolate on French pastry, was there?
A beat.
"No, they're not for me," he hastened to add. "I want you to send them to... cops. Is there a police station here? You know what, just put the boxes on the till and put the label 'cops' on it. I've met cops before, they can smell it. I know what you're thinking, 'it's a stereotype', but it honestly isn't."
He laughed, then grinned.
"... And I'll have the eclair."
Nothing quite as devilish as chocolate on French pastry, was there?