"After?" Maou's brow rose. It was such a small request. After centuries of knowing Lucifer, he's come to expect certain types of demands from him. If he was ever in the mood. Not that long ago, it would never have been that . . . benign.
He supposed the way it was now, it couldn't be anything else.
A finger scratched his cheek. "Sure, I guess we can do that. That mean ya don't need anythin' before?"
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Date: 2015-10-13 06:57 am (UTC)He supposed the way it was now, it couldn't be anything else.
A finger scratched his cheek. "Sure, I guess we can do that. That mean ya don't need anythin' before?"