Thom and Lucifer. Adam and Schuldig. Shit, meet fan.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer, black-polo-shirt-black-jeans, is sitting at a table with his chair tilted back at an alarming angle. One of his bare feet rests on the table, keeping him balanced. He appears to be asleep.

It's not a particularly realistic tableau, but it's a damn pretty one. And that's what matters, right?

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[giftedthom]

Thom eyes the tableau. "Any reason you never wear shoes?"

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer eyes Thom, and shrugs.

"Any reason I should?"

[giftedthom]

Consideringly, "Well, if you minded your feet getting dirty."

[samael_diablo]

Another shrug.

"Which I don't."