Can Lynette be excused if she comes into the room, not realising that it is quite Occupied? She is scouting for something to smash up and use in her ship, and quite accidentally stumbles upon them.
"Not anything to do with me, of course," he scoffs lightly, the sarcasm in his voice fairly obvious. His head jerks in the direction of Lucifer and Belial. "Them. It's not like I'm on the same playing field, after all."
Molly is still not quite well, but well enough to be exploring. She's wrapped in a shawl and the dress Zara gave her, and clearly will be quite attractive again once she's healed. "Oh!" she says in surprise. "Beggin' your gentlemen's pardon." Her eyes flick to Belial, but she lowers them. "Pardon," she replies, very humble except for the tiniest of smiles.
Belial notices that, of course; he always notices it when someone even vaguely attractive pays the slightest amount of attention to him. He smiles at her, a friendly, teasing sort of smile. "It's no trouble. You can't fault a gorgeous woman for anything, after all."
By complete coincidence, Aziraphale just so happens to stroll into this very same room - how odd! how unlikely! how strangely well-timed! - and pauses awkwardly near the door.
Crowley glances up, and there's a twitch of his lips that might have been a smile were Lucifer and Belial not in the room -- and oh hey, that's awkward, isn't it? Especially Belial. Er. "... Hello, angel."
Typist: --wait--what--DF-- am I still a part of this thing?
Now, the Prince of Hell isn't one to be left out of a demon party; and now that he's arrived, he feels that everyone who's anyone in Hell is here (plus Crowley).
So have Beelzebub, in a pristine all-white suit, who is standing to the right of and just behind Lucifer's chair and smoking a cigarette. He's surrounded by flame, but that's nothing new.
As Crowley mentally says "...ouch", we might as well have the obligatory interaction, right? Lucifer, still in deep contemplation (the Fall, his role in everything, Hell; take your pick, it all makes him unhappy), demonmods himself a glass of wine and wordlessly offers Beelzebub one as well.
Lucivar has taken to slinking around and trying to stay out of sight of any and all people he knows. However, having found himself here, something about the other occupants makes him vaguely nervous and he rustles his wings, shifting and considering leaving. Because he's Lucivar, he decides against it.
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Typist: ...what good is the comment-editing feature if you usually mess up on RP comments? x___x
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By complete coincidence, Aziraphale just so happens to stroll into this very same room - how odd! how unlikely! how strangely well-timed! - and pauses awkwardly near the door.
Typist: ...omg, I've forgotten how to play him.
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Typist: We can forget together, yay--!!
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Now, the Prince of Hell isn't one to be left out of a demon party; and now that he's arrived, he feels that everyone who's anyone in Hell is here (plus Crowley).
So have Beelzebub, in a pristine all-white suit, who is standing to the right of and just behind Lucifer's chair and smoking a cigarette. He's surrounded by flame, but that's nothing new.
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As Crowley mentally says "...ouch", we might as well have the obligatory interaction, right? Lucifer, still in deep contemplation (the Fall, his role in everything, Hell; take your pick, it all makes him unhappy), demonmods himself a glass of wine and wordlessly offers Beelzebub one as well.
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