to my lips

reason 482 why I don’t know why Lucibae lets me on her docs while she’s writing

Actual fic: Lucifer gave a cheery whistle and entered his office.

@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell: now what

Le Triss hijacks: There was a giant yellow bear sitting in his chair.  It was half his height, with a distinctly demented grin and a horribly cheery red shirt.  Lucifer stopped dead in the doorway, staring.  He half expected it to move, like this was a horror movie and the bear had come for his soul.

“…Meg?” he called in a squeak.

“Yeah boss?”  she came over.  “Holy…”

“Do you see a card.”

“I… no.”

“It’s staring at me.”

“It’s staring at us.”

“Do you have a flame thrower.”

Lucibae: we are NOT GIVING LUCIFER THE GIANT DEMENTED POOH BEAR

Me: *glances over at said bear, currently actually lying in pieces around the living room* *laughs evilly*