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[wayward_sun]

The room is spacious, all smooth surfaces and hidden lamps, making it seem even bigger.

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.


Lucifer looks aroind with a grin.
"Oh look. A microcosm."

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[just_cant_lose]

'They're all the same dreams and hopes, though.'

He can't understand why Lucifer doesn't get that. An entire city of people dreaming about being rich and famous. Boring.

'Fucking with a miner in Sheffield might be more fun. Make them think they have hope, when they don't.'

[wayward_sun]

"They're not. The same, I mean. And I don't do anything. I just - listen. Observe."

He steps out of the shower and picks a towel, his back turned to Jim.

"You always come with things on your own. I don't have anything to do with that."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim steps out at once, even though he hasn't finished washing. He steps in close, and touches his fingertips to one of the scars.

'But what do you do with the information when they've told you?'

[wayward_sun]

He stiffens.

"Don't-" he says in a very, very calm voice,"do that."

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh?'

He removes his hand, but doesn't step back. The scar is in reach of his mouth, but he doesn't push it.

'If you don't want me to be curious, you shouldn't be showing them off.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer keeps his back to him and keeps drying off.

"I'm not showing them off," he says, still in the same calm, controlled tone.

"I'm just not hiding them."

What he is hiding Right now is his eyes.

Bright and red and glowing.

[just_cant_lose]

'Do they hurt when touched?'

He puts his hands on his sides instead, over his ribs, close enough to one scar that his breath runs over it.

[wayward_sun]

"No."

Flatly.

"They're just there."

[just_cant_lose]

Jim laughs softy, with more than a little mean edge. Then he steps away, back under the water so he can finish getting clean. He'll pick his moment to press this particular button.

'Have it your way, sweetie.'

[wayward_sun]

He turns and his eyes are flaming red - And then he blinks and everything is back to normal.

"Don't push it, buttercup. "

[just_cant_lose]

Ooh! Intriguing! Jim widens his eyes - only half the gesture is voluntary - and runs soapy hands over his chest and stomach.

'Look at me, all backed off. I'm not pushing a thing.'

[wayward_sun]

A beat.

"Good," Lucifer says and hangs the towel up to dry.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks amused, but he's calculating inside.

'Have you got a clean towel?'

But he looks like nothing more than a normal kid, and as if that moment never happened at all.

[wayward_sun]

He opens a hidden closet and pulls out a fluffy towel, handing it over to Jim.

[just_cant_lose]

'Thank you.'

He grins winningly, steps out to take it, and starts drying off.

'Don't worry, I'll be out of your hair in a minute.'

[wayward_sun]

"No rush," Lucifer says, but it's pretty clear that he won't try to make Jim extend his stay.

[just_cant_lose]

And Jim will not try to outstay his welcome any further. He's got other stuff to be getting on with. It takes just two minutes to dry off, then he's back by the bed, picking clothes up off the floor and putting them on.

'Well, this has been lovely, hasn't it? A decent way to start a new year, even if there's nothing new about it.'

Not even a new year back home, so the whole thing is pointless, but whatever.

[wayward_sun]

"I suppose," Lucifer says as he reaches for his own trousers. "I do enjoy New Year celebrations."

[just_cant_lose]

'It sounds like there's not much you don't enjoy.'

Calvin Kleins, jeans, shirt, shoes. Fingercomb the hair into an artful mess. Cigarettes, lighter. Done.

'Right, well. I'll see you around.'

[wayward_sun]

"That's me," Lucifer replies with a brilliant smile, with seemingly newfound equilibrium.

[just_cant_lose]

'Mmm.'

A noncommittal sound that could mean anything. But Jim is also smiling as he lights up another cigarette.

'Have a good night, sweetie.'

And he's gone. Stuff to do, all of that. Plenty to think over.

[wayward_sun]

{ooc: that was perfection}

[just_cant_lose]

[OOC: So much fun, THANK YOU. :D]