#widdlestwucifer

"What's our kid's name again..? I'm going through something." (He 'goes through something' often enough to point to it as his explanation with no further comments).

"....what."

Vox isn't exactly father of the year, nor does he want to be, but forgetting Neemo's name? That's a level of deadbeat even Vox cannot match.

...Although, this could work in his favour. Quickly, Vox, think of a good name!

Charlie leans to the side and rests her head on top of his, hair sliding over to dangle down her dad’s back. It’s a comforting way to end the old year, sharing a quilted blanket and luxurious hot chocolate stuffed with dick-shaped marshmallows (unfortunately, the only kind that ever seemed to be available every time she visited the store…) and homemade whipped cream. It’s too bad that it doesn’t snow in Pride, but bathed in the light of fireworks as they pop off one after the other —

She’s content with this. Some of the past anxiety slowly shook off to make room for special moments. While it does hurt that she had been sent to voicemail earlier again; Charlie didn’t have time to feel disappointed for long when instead of her mom picking up, Lucifer came over to invite her to watch the fireworks together on the balcony. She still had her dad that she could always count on, and he’s been proving it time and again that she could depend on that. That he, too, wanted her in his life. That he was proud and loved her. That he really, genuinely, cared.

“Happy New Years, Dad. Did you make a wish?” Hers was that she could spend this next one with her father and friends, and fun experiences in this Hotel. More than her dream alone, she’s starting to really realize what makes it all worthwhile is the loved ones she’s surrounded by. The future remained uncertain, but the warmth of those closest to the princess was trustworthy. “If you say it now, I’ll keep it a secret. Um, mine was for more good memories with everyone together. I’m really happy you’re here to form them with us.” With me.

He’s smushing and squishing at the King.

The moment Bill woke up in Hell, the first thing he felt was a sense of calmness he hadn't felt in ages. It wasn't until the sound of clanging metal from a nearby alley hit him that he realized the quiet wasn't' a complete one. Suddenly, serene peace turned to a rising panic.

When the clanging stopped, he heard nothing, not a single murmur. When he closed his eye, he could see nothing, not a single flicker.

Bill opened his eye again and got up off the ground to look around, then started floating in the direction of the first exit he spotted, his thoughts racing. He wasn't in the Theraprism anymore, he was 99.999% sure of that. But then where was he? This wasn't a dimension she recognized. And while that alone wasn't unprecedented; the issue was that he couldn't just close his eye and look into it. Why couldn't he see anything?

WHAM!

In in rising panic, Bill had barreled straight into...what appeared to be some sort of clown? Maybe. But the impact was enough to shock him back to his senses. He quickly got off the ground again floating about a foot or two above it as he looked up at the person. Was this even a person?

She wasn't really embarrassed by it. She didn't really feel any shame in her body but humans and sinner seemed to so she did attempt to follow societal rules the best she could. Every day was a new adventure for her. She was learning things pretty fast.

She stares down at the other. Blinking as she tilts her head. What a strange looking human. She leans down to get a closer look while her claws dig into the dirt. This wasn’t anyone that seemed like a threat to the mad mage.