Michael/Belial belated Anti-OTP

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*Michael sits, not tense or upset, but simply contemplating Lucifer, as he has been doing for days.*

*Heaven sometimes offers little distraction.*

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[lewd_spirit]

*Belial walks into whichever room Michael happens to be in. This is an annoying talent of his; persistence.*

... Michael. I didn't expect to see you here.

*The mischievous smirk on his face says differently.*

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Ah. You. What do you want?

[lewd_spirit]

...

What do you think? *leers a bit*

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*matches the leer with a glare* What makes you think you'll get it from me?