* 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 ˖

Maybe he is feeling a lot of things, so what? Use any excuse, as they say.

“ i'm not sayin' no , but . where'd all this come from ? we gonna be able to handle that ? ”

"I have a... question, for you~" he says while absently beginning to draw nonsensical designs on his husband's chest.

“ i probably have an answer for you . ” he wastes exactly zero time getting his hands on lu's hips .

"Adaaaaaam~?" he's up to something, clearly.

“ pookie ? ”

Sure, he could do that if he wanted to but like... it wasn't very special that way now was it?

“ lu , i love you , but you act like i've ever cooked in my entire existence . ” welp ! they're in the kitchen now . he slaps a slice of american cheese between two slices of bread , starts up the stovetop , and plops the sandwich onto a pan . “ . . . sorry in advance if it burns . ”

"Eeeehhhh!" now look what you did! He's gonna cry!

“ can't you just , i dunno , snap your fingers and poof one into existence ? you're , like , the fuckin' owner of this whole dimension . ” he's 95% sure he'd just burn it .

"Eehhhh..." was that a drawn out, tearful whine? Maybe.

“ lu . babe . c'mon . you can't be serious . ”

"Grill me a cheese."

“ i'm not going to grill you a cheese . ”

"You better make up for this."

“ nevermind . can't a man have his depression nap ? for fuck's sake , i slept so hard i woke up on the floor . ” being dramatic and exaggerating , or is he being legit ? who knows not even dust . “ yeah , i'm gonna make it up to you , but jesus , let me wake up a little first . ”

All those nights with not cuddles and cold sheets! Appalling!

o o f ! “ whoa whoa whoa , chillax , babydoll ! ” he takes a moment to catch his breath . god damn , he did not miss when lucifer threw punches . “ turns out , if you're tired enough , you can just , y'know , sleep through several months of bullshit . ”

Cue the King of Hell pouncing on his husband like a needy, needy cat.

oh no ! he's unprepared ! and he falls right on backwards . at least he breaks lucifer's fall . “ eheh . missed you too , lulu ~ ”

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“ pookie ? ”

“Haha, n-no. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Lucid laughed, wiping the sleeve of his tunic over his eyes. How embarrassing it was to be weeping at merely being in the presence of the other. “I just…am really happy to visit you again.”

“ well . uh . don't cry then , c'mon now . ” adam's self - imposed solitude ( or was it a result of hell's influence ? ) had resulted in such an awkward way of communicating , it seems ― because , here he is , gently patting lucid's shoulder with an innate uncertainty about it . “ c'mon , we can , uh . . . let's go get food ? ”