* 𝐝𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 .

❝ detective! ❞ lucifer chirps, as she enters his so-called ‘office’. the furniture of his penthouse shifted around to mimic the layout of linda’s real office. ❝ you’re bloody early. . . ❞ hardly, he just has a warped sense of time from his own general tardiness. ❝ why —

oh, he can’t wait. she’s in for a surprise, wait until she sees the desk he’s purchased. he’s kitted out the penthouse to make it look like a therapist’s office.

no, he won’t be expanding. TEXT TO: the detective 🥰 📲appointment. at. 5. 📲don’t. be. late.

── Oh nothing, just wondering how you're feeling.

❝ So. . . ❞ There’s a morbid excitement feigned in his tone, as if for some brief moment he was even considering it. ❝ Legally speaking, of course, I could press charges? How fun— ❞ He croons, beaming a wide and mischievous grin.

the look on his face as he saunters out of Lux’s main entrance is one of equal shock and intrigue, approaching his own car with a cautious little grin. ❝ Detective. . . Did you steal my keys when I was asleep? ❞ lucifer opens the door and slips into the passenger seat.

/ in a couple of days . i’ll be here , to catch up !

/ two weeks time set to be here properly <3

A sincere smile crept up his lips at her chuckle, one of genuine happiness rather than his usual triumphant grin. ❝ On y va! ❞ Lucifer exclaimed, closing the door behind her, and moving around slipping into the driver’s seat. With a turn of the key, and the roar of the —