Seasons - Lucifer's Voicemail

[dadbeatdad]

Why hello there. You've reached Lucifer Morningstar. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message after the tone and I might get back to you. Make it good~ Byyyyyyye~

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[bluediligence]

[ The buzzy fuzzy doesn't stand a chance against the combined might of the devil and a mystic monkey warrior dad. Their squish game is powerful and immense and perfect, ten out of ten stars, no notes.

Koronai melts into it like a glass of ice on a warm day. They can't really hug back and words are entirely too difficult right now, but there's a faint, tickly rumble like the beginnings of a purr kicking up in their chest. Subvocalised burbles, barely audible, very pigeon-y; a sound that spells out safety.

They mumble-chirp in agreement with Macaque's instruction. Chirp chirp. Whatever the bird equivalent of 'firm like a steamroller!' is, that's pretty much what they're saying. ]

[dadbeatdad]

"Oh I can do firm," Lucifer says with a bright smile. He hugs them both tight, like he did Charlie seeing her for the first time in years. Prepare for a warm and strong enough hug to make you squeak, Koronai! Or more likely chirp. Whatever adorable noises. No notes on the noises. Tight, safe, warm presses between monkey dad and the devil.

"We got you."