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Lucifer	Last night's celebration at Lux didn't go entirely as Lucifer had planned it. Honestly, it didn't really go at all as he was hoping either. Light crowd, only a few familiar faces, but it also led to some amazing antics, so there was that! One of those antics being Lucifer appearing as a female and clutching the attentions of he who was Nicholas Wessex. It was cutesy and adorable...Lucifer ate up every moment because he could. Then there's the next morning. Daylight breaks and the Devil wakes up as manly as ever. Slipping from the bedroom to wade into the kitchen and makes himself a glass of orange juice. He, of course, doesn't actually need food or drink - but keeping up the appearance is a good idea, plus he's got a taste for certain things. Thank goodness he doesn't get hangovers...that would make his entire non-Hell existence a right pain in the ass.
Sinister	Sinister had odd plans for today, so even though it's bright and early, he's been in the shower for a while. And yes, it was an 'on my own' moment "...else we'll get completely distracted and the day will be gone before it's started..." Now he emerges, wearing his /actual/ face, much as Lucifer is back to his manly self... and a black bathrobe which he totally has not bothered to do up more than just loosely. His hair smells unique as it wafts forth 'Eu d'Diable' mixed with some distinct clove, rosemary and sandalwood mixes, with hints of burgamot and earl grey. Definitely him, that. He makes himself an irish coffee, enjoying the aroma of it more than tasting it so far, steam wafting around his features. "So. That was interesting."
Lucifer	Indeed, they will both likely need 'on my own' moments because together everything is just one innuendo away from becoming a time-eliminating thing - and while those moments are amazing - they do not work when there is work to be done! None the less, mid-drink, Lucifer watches as Sinister in his true form comes into the kitchen with nothing but a robe on and fixes a drink. The mixed aromas he's getting from that freshly showered walk are interesting and after a moment, Lucifer sets down the glass. "Indeed it was. Interesting. But also fun. You dance very well, Nathaniel." He offers this before shifting to move so he can slip over to the other man's side, lean in and offer a kiss to cheek. "You smell good too..." This much and then he steps back and takes a deep breath. "So, what does the day bring for you? Any plans to be hatched or ... some other pun type phrase here..."
Sinister	"I cheat. But I still shuffled a shoe or two, back in those days. Nights were a prime time for me, then." Sinister muses on that, rather softly, smiles to himself and then turns his cheek subtley to the kiss, pressing it back to the devil with just a little more weight. "I'm glad you approve of my fragrant musk. I have been experimenting," -- the arm closest to Lucifer reaches around, to give a damn near chaste stroke of shoulder that just ends in mid back. So that he stops before he hurts his Nefarious Schemes <tm>. "...I am going to visit the Alpha Flight facility on the orbiting space station. By actual invite. It's going to be a very strange experience being someplace because someone wants me there. I intend to take a snapshot of the earth from a window."
Lucifer	"Well, it does carry a bit of you and...a bit of me in it...I guess I'm a bit vain when it comes to that." Lucifer offers as subtle kiss is taken and he feels that chaste stroke of hand against his shoulder. There's a nuzzle offered before he's taken that step back and listens to Sinister explain his day. A brow raises some before he tilts his head just so. "No doubt that invite came from the woman who was keeping you company before I arrived." Is Lucifer bristling? Surely not. It's not even the invite that really has him going, but something else Sinister says that causes the Devil pause. "Well, I hope to see this snapshot you intend to take...it sounds like it should be an amazing point of view." Nope, he's skirting right over the 'strange experience of being somewhere wanted' ... to paraphrase the words in his mind. Lucifer shifts back to his orange juice to take another drink. "When do you suppose you'll be back?"
Sinister	Sinister, Telepath. "Lucifer, I'm not in the doctor's pants and I won't ever be. There's a distinct difference being wanted in the place where you are wanted for who you are, than being wanted because they have no idea who you are at all... and it happens to be someplace entirely mindboggling different than an invite to a board room to discuss affairs." He looks thoughtful. "I don't know when I'll be back, though. I suppose it depends on how long it takes for me to memorize all that they've got being worked on, take a good scan of the laboratories and see if they have any technology I can attune to." He sips his coffee then, licks his lips afterwards. "By the by, loved you as Luci, but my goodness, what happened there?"
Lucifer	"I never thought you were in the doctor's pants, and even if you were, it's no real business of mine." Lucifer offers, sincerely. "What bothered me a little was the comment about feeling a certain way on being invited where wanted. But you cleared that up so it's fine." He nods. Emotions. They're difficult to navigate and sometimes Lucifer needs a little moment to do the extra navigating. "What happened where? With Luci? I don't think I'm understanding what you mean..." Lucifer offers, a little smirk playing at his lips. "I mean I was going to spend the night as myself dressed in this wickedly pink zoot suit, kinda the same one that Leonardo DiCaprio wore in Gatsby? But soon as I saw you...well..." He shrugs his shoulders. "I mean you're not the only one who can shapeshift into the form of a desireable doll..."
Sinister	Sinister can't help it. The eyebrow arches up a little bit, then remains there, Spock-browed oh-so-finely, whilst he sips his coffee some more, sucking his cheeks to savour the flavour a little as his dressing gown gives up and falls open. Yep. That happened. Just stands there. "Alrighty then," he steps closer, looking the devil in the eye and smiles, "So you were looking to do the Tom-cat Strut, but instead you decided to do the Pussy-cat doll. I can get behind that." He gestures, like a drag queen reading her fellow. "You know when your pussy is hot, when you're marking your territory by rubbing all over your favourite pitcrew."
Lucifer	"Well I started off as this really curvy maid, but you didn't seem to catch on with that one. Figured I'd have to be a lot more direct..." Lucifer offers, and yes he did catch the dressing gown falling open. "And that seemed to work, though I do think I may have upset your space girl friend. I am sorry if I did." He's biting on his lower lip by this point, as Sinister steps closer. The words the man uses causing Lucifer to give an actual shiver. "Well...when it came to that night...you were my guest. So...ah..." Lost for words, is Lucifer, and stumbling over the ones he's trying to say. "...When are you leaving for this little...space adventure?"
Sinister	"I have to make it to the launch platform, which I have a funny feeling is actual demolecularization and sub-light proton transfer in action and if it is, I am /so/ touching that all over the place..." Which is a readily disturbing thing to say. "ANd then it's a matter of passing through the security clearance and going up. I think. As there's no sky anchor, I don't have to wait for it to pass into close proximity in its orbit." ANd all of that? Well, all of that was probably too much information. ANd he'd 'talked dirty' to Luci there. "I saw you as Buxom Betsy by the by. But then you vanished. And I was mildly slow on the uptake." He purrs this. "Lucifer, did it occur to you, you were staking your claim on me, at all? Because it started there."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods along with how Sinister explains things about launch pads and demolecularizations and...well everything else all techy, scientific. He could follow along, but he also just likes listening to the rabble while looking at Sinister in a sort of dreamy fashion. "Well, that sounds like something interesting and something that only you could get away with doing..." He chuckles then. Lucifer chuckles then before Sinister says that he saw him as Buxom Betsy and there's a chuckle. "Well, I vanished to get things taken care of. Esepcially since Giles and Mercy had arrived..." Then there's the comment about him staking his claim and Lucifer actually gives a blush. "It...might have occurred to me...which may happen when you are in Lux and with me..." He will make no apologies for such.
Sinister	GOTCHA~ "So... when you said," -- and In Lucifer's voice, complete with their so saucy intonations -- "I never thought you were in the doctor's pants, and even if you were, it's no real business of mine." back to his own voice "...it was in fact a tiny baby wee white lie, because it was definitely a hundred percent your business?" Sinister asks this with stepping just a little bit closer and arching both his eyebrows up. "I'm very, very flattered, by the by. But you totally did sign your name across my forehead and stamp me with a kiss."
Lucifer	Lucifer holds up a finger. "No. Not a white lie. Not a lie at all. If you're fucking the doctor, I don't care. Who you take to bed, outside of being in mine, is none of my business." He offers this much and then smirks. "Though that does consider you'd be fucking the doctor outside of these walls." Which are his. Then there's that step even closer and those eyebrows arch. "I did. Here. In my place...in my life...because you are mine. As much as you might be anothers as well."
Sinister	Sinister appears to be momentarily dumbstruck and at a loss. Well, that was interesting. His face loses a little of the smug, then all of it, draining out until he's simply gazing at the Devil. "I'm not, you know. And I am, you know. I've loved precisely," he holds up two fingers in a 'v' "people in my life and one is dead and hated me with her dying breath. It is sobering, but I'm sure she's been vindicated someplace..." he eyes the surroundings "...else. So I am not. Another's, that is."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods and then bites on his lower lip, reaching a hand to cup Nathaniel's cheek after the man speaks. "I'm sorry. I hadn't forgotten the story of your wife, but I suppose I did not realize the impact of you loving me." Did that come out right? He hopes it came out as rightly as he intended it to be. It is a sobering thing, and Lucifer takes a breath. "I'm not even sure where to take this conversation now... I am very glad that you are mine. And I love you, Nathaniel Essex, very much." Which is where he'll keep it, nice and tidy. Sort of.
Sinister	Sinister shakes his head a few times, quite firmly. "No. Nonono. That is not something you need to apologize for," Sinister reaches his left hand to his cheek to cup Lucifer's there. "I'm not sure where to take it either, as there are a lot of turmultuous thoughts vying for a bit of stage time in here. I have a twisted little brain and I'm rather certain the only way to really work any of it out is to take a jaunt in it." He laughs at that, squeezes the hand on his cheek, then lets his own hang down once again, the bathrobe going through several shifts and changes as he puts on his Wessex face, ending up in casual chinos and a polo-neck. "Suffice it to say, I am coming to know you and I have my own understandings and literally /no/ illusions." He chuckles at that. "It's very hard for me to get disillusioned, I'll note. Which is refreshing in its own way. You are who you are, I would expect no more nor any less."
Lucifer	"Well... depending on how that jaunt through your brain needs to go, if I can be by your side in any way...I will gladly be there." Lucifer offers, having smiled as Nathaniel's hand reached to cup his own. A they talk about thoughts and twisted brains. His hand remains for a moment longer even as Nathaniel's drops away until the man puts on Wessex and changes clothes right before Lucifer's eyes. "I will always be who I am and never nothing I am not. Even though who I am has slightly changed...evolved...the longer I've lived here among the mortals." Which is true, in a sense, because he cares more - in a way - for some among others. A smile offered then. "In a very odd and sudden sense I feel like I'm sending my loved one to work or something...after a very interesting breakfast. It's a shame you might not be home for dinner..."
Sinister	"You are, Samael. I'm heading off to do the things I do. I know a thing or two about crafting a means to an end, which is work by any standard." Wessex looks soft-eyed as he looks at the Devil, then reaches to enfold him in a firm, though not crushing hug. "I appreciate that. You might see what I fail to, I have no doubt more often than not. It may prove therapeutic," he breaks the hug for a peck on the cheek, then one to the lips. "I can't imagine I would be kept away all day. I mean, I am going to look at a geneticist's lab and study a bit of her research, whilst eyeballing alien technology-- she isn't me. I'll be looking at most of it and seeing a schoolgirl's biology experiment." Arrogant? Perhaps. But he is who he is and you can deny many things that would be considered a quality in the man, but he is =very= good at what he does. Arguably the very best that earth turned out. "Oh this morning has been full of ironies," which he leaves hanging, steps back and just gazes at Lucifer. A ring of electricity manifests over his head and with a ZAP he's vanished.