Is this some sort of humanism that he's not aware of? Honestly, if anything Lucifer is more confused than he was before. He understands the concept of manually removing armor, but it would seem like it would be far more of a pain than to just rely on the Light to phase it away.
He's not sure he likes the way Mattheiu mentions 'the worst.'
It's a peculiar feeling, and then he's gone and confused himself even more. Why should he care? Ahamkara shouldn't worry about those beneath them, after all. At least...that was supposed to be how it went, wasn't it? But after spending some time with this Hunter, Lucifer isn't entirely sure that that's correct. He thinks that perhaps he would be cross if something were to happen to the man.
There's a chill in the air though, and he buries himself back in the cloak in order to hoard his remaining warmth. There's residual body heat from Mattheiu, and he luxuriates in it, even if it's not quite as good as being curledup against the man's neck. But then the world shifts, Mattheiu has a hand around him, and Lucifer can't help the squeak that escapes from his maw as he's lifted out of his comfortable nest.
Oh. Wait. He's back around Matthieu's shoulders. Alright, this is much better. He wriggles his way about, nuzzling into the man's neck and drinking in his heat.
Sometimes it can be hard to think of what things should be, though.
Certainly he's found himself in situations where he hasn't gotten things quite right before.
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Is this some sort of humanism that he's not aware of? Honestly, if anything Lucifer is more confused than he was before. He understands the concept of manually removing armor, but it would seem like it would be far more of a pain than to just rely on the Light to phase it away.
He's not sure he likes the way Mattheiu mentions 'the worst.'
It's a peculiar feeling, and then he's gone and confused himself even more. Why should he care? Ahamkara shouldn't worry about those beneath them, after all. At least...that was supposed to be how it went, wasn't it? But after spending some time with this Hunter, Lucifer isn't entirely sure that that's correct. He thinks that perhaps he would be cross if something were to happen to the man.
There's a chill in the air though, and he buries himself back in the cloak in order to hoard his remaining warmth. There's residual body heat from Mattheiu, and he luxuriates in it, even if it's not quite as good as being curledup against the man's neck. But then the world shifts, Mattheiu has a hand around him, and Lucifer can't help the squeak that escapes from his maw as he's lifted out of his comfortable nest.
Oh. Wait. He's back around Matthieu's shoulders. Alright, this is much better. He wriggles his way about, nuzzling into the man's neck and drinking in his heat.
Sometimes it can be hard to think of what things should be, though.
Certainly he's found himself in situations where he hasn't gotten things quite right before.