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[samael_diablo]

*He sits, he smokes. Sometimes he starts humming, but changes tunes every few moments. His face is thoughtful, and occasionally words appear on the table in front of him, haphazard dot points in black ink.

Knot

Distraction

Dream

...catcher.*

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[bobby_gadling]

*At some point Hob has walked downstairs quietly and now stands in the doorway, painfully casual, his face unreadable.*

Where've you been?

When I woke up you were gone.

[samael_diablo]

Outside.

*He doesn't lift his eyes from the table. Another word appears.

Untangle.*

[bobby_gadling]

Why?

*it's more plaintive than he intended. He moves forward slightly, dark eyes fixed on Lucifer's face.*

I don't understand.

[samael_diablo]

What don't you understand?

*he lifts his gaze and it's so, so cold*