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The door, when it opens, gives an unusually audible click. And another when it closes.
"Point taken," Lucifer murmurs.
His hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment, his face taking in the room with no change in expression, and then he heads over to a spare table. The hems of his trousers skim the floor and gather dust on either side of his feet, and his eyes are a dark, inscrutable, Antarctic blue.
He hasn't changed, to look at.
[OOC: Due to the fact that the mun, unlike her character, is only mortal, I'm going to request that you only tag this post if your character already knows Lucifer. My apologies; he'd make a poor new acquaintance, anyway, as this is something of a one-off :)]
"Point taken," Lucifer murmurs.
His hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment, his face taking in the room with no change in expression, and then he heads over to a spare table. The hems of his trousers skim the floor and gather dust on either side of his feet, and his eyes are a dark, inscrutable, Antarctic blue.
He hasn't changed, to look at.
[OOC: Due to the fact that the mun, unlike her character, is only mortal, I'm going to request that you only tag this post if your character already knows Lucifer. My apologies; he'd make a poor new acquaintance, anyway, as this is something of a one-off :)]