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“YOU wanted t’talk?” he’s opened his door casually to the woman -- not exactly who he’d expected to see tonight, but he won’t complain. Blue eyes gaze down at her as he leans against the frame, “-- It’s pretty late, Miss Murphy. You usually come knockin’ on doors at this hour?” Rick says this as though he actually MINDS seeing her -- honestly, he’s been feeling all kinds of mixed up things about Reagan Murphy lately. Things he can’t FULLY explain and seeing her right now feels almost hilariously timely.
" Your presence somehow soothes. "
“Of course it does.” Lucifer said in such a way wind carries leaves as if it were nothing. And it was. It meant nothing at all for him to say it. In fact, he said it almost too often. From patrons to anyone on the streets, hot moms and cool dads, no one could allude his devilish charm.
So how was it that he paused thoughtfully after mere utterance allowing what could not be comprehended or seen brew.
Lucifer grimaced something sour, tapped his fingers respectively against their mirrored digits and spoke truthfully as he always has:
“Consequently against my better judgement, I could say the same to you.”
Perhaps it was her blonde hair which magnetized him. People had always said he was supposed to be blonde.
