"Oh Teks. You think I-" and he holds his hand to his chest grandly, stretching out the pronoun "Lucifer, your damned King and big boss daddy, should have filled out MORE? This," a cursive, hellish spelling of pretty / sexy appears above Lucifer from his fire, "is the only attribute from your list I found meaningful and important and such enough to warrant my stamp! But do go ahead and fill out the rest for me on my behalf as you think me more impressive, I'm just soo humble right now," his eyebrow smugly quirks upwards.
He in all truth simultaneously got distracted from filling out the rest /slash/ realized -as the King of Hell- he shouldn't be filling out random bingo cards, probably.
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