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Luke's, Thursday

After a fair amount of cursing back on his boat, Duke decided that screw this island, he was going to go into work today, pony or not.

Look. Sometimes spite was more powerful than depression, okay?

"Wait," he said, as he trotted into the diner. "Why aren't any of you ponies?"

His -- human -- staff blinked at him.

"Are you really sure that's the question to be asking here, boss?" Ali asked.

Duke face-. . . hoofed and groaned.

"I hate everything."

Today's specials
Sprouted mung bean burgers

Luke's was open.

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Still cute, however. Lucifer couldn't resist patting him on the head. "Get me a corer," he called to the staff.

Edited 2024-02-01 17:45 (UTC)

Duke wasn't sure which was worse: being patted on the head, or actually being kind of comforted by being patted on the head.

Lucifer got a (gentle and careful with that horn) headbutt in return.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd yell at your staff until one of them cored your apples for you?" Lucifer suggested, taking the implement someone handed to him.

He had a quick and deft hand with it.

"Here you are."

He held the apple out.

"Thanks."

Duke still wasn't entirely sure how to do this. He delicately took the apple in his teeth, horse-y lips grabbing onto it, too. Then kind of tossed it into the air and caught it in his mouth so he could crunch it into mush.

"Ah, now you're getting the hang of it," Lucifer said, mildly impressed.

Duke grumbled through a mouthful of apple. There was a bit of juice dripping into his beard.

Lucifer winced. "You definitely need to work on your hygiene," he said. "Paper towels?"

Duke wrinkled his … muzzle … at Lucifer and swallowed. “My lips changed shape. You trying eating nearly like this.”

He nodded towards a napkin dispenser on the lunch counter, then startled HARD when his horn glowed faintly silver and a handful of napkins pulled free and came wafting towards them.

"... Useful," Lucifer said.

He snagged the napkins from the air and - sigh - leaned over to wipe Duke's beard.

"We aren't speaking of this again."

“Hard agree,” Duke said. “Is Octavia still in hiding?”

It was hard to tell which was harder: waking up to discover a horse in your bed or waking up to discover you were the horse in your bed.

"I doubt we'll see her again until after this is over," Lucifer sighed. "I, myself, suspect my libido will not return for some time."

Duke sighed. “I get that. I look very weird.”

Also, he was not presently humanoid and some people were not into that.

Lucifer had a lot of kinks.

He did not have this one.

He patted Duke again and said, "It's the bloody island again, no one holds it against you."

“I know.” It was somewhere between a sigh and a groan. “At least this one was just the one day last time. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have hands again.”

"You can play ukulele and eat proper food," Lucifer said. Wistfully.

“Just two of the amazing things I can do with hands,” Duke agreed.

"I'll even get you cake," Lucifer said. Encouragingly.

"I could make a cake!"

"Likely somewhat less fun than eating it, but yes, you could."

“You say that like it has to be one or the other,” Duke pointed out. “I haven’t baked in ages…”

"Cake first, then baking?" Lucifer suggested.

"Think you got the order backwards," Duke said. "You bake so you have cake. Or do you just really want to be the one to make the first cake?"

"I'm just saying, when you wake up as a human, eating should be first on your mind," Lucifer said. "Then after you get the sugar boost, you make more cake."

"You just really want to feed me cake," Duke teased. Flirtatiously.

Sorry, Luce. It was a habit.

"When you have hands," Lucifer agreed, "Very much so."

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