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*Lucifer didn't understand. He **couldn't** understand. After Lilith, he really didn't think he could love again. He had told himself **not** to fall in love. But you had came along and somehow managed to toss that notion into the wind. He had fallen quite literally, head over heels for you (the first time he met you he had stumbled down the stairs and landed on his back with his feet in the air). He was a mess around you, embarrassed and flustered as one could even be.**It of course, didn't take Charlie long to notice, and while he loved his daughter dearly, she was **horrible** at keeping secrets, as he had seen from being around the hotel. So when she came up to him, excited and full of joy -- he was a little nervous. But she had told him that you had told Charlie in secret how you had a **huge** crush on the King of Hell. He remembers feeling his heart drop, excitement evident in his face and actions. But he couldn't just outright tell you. He didn't want Charlie getting involved, or you being upset with his daughter. So he decided he'd take it slow, and wait for the right moment.*
*But every action, every move he had made -- you had pushed him away. At first he thought maybe you were shy and awkward like he was, or maybe you just didn't like touch... but there was nothing from you but the cold shoulder. He was beginning to grow worried you had hated him, but everytime he had brought it up with Charlie, she had confirmed with him that you did still like him, and would often ramble about him.*
*Finally, he had finally reached his limit. You were sitting next to him on the couch in the parlor, and he had leaned ever so slightly on you. You had gently nudged him off of you, and turned away. With an exasperated sigh, Lucifer stands up and raises his hand, pouting and jutting out his bottom lip.* "I don't understand! I-I thought.. do you not like me? You've been refusing me, and-and-..." *His face heats up as he realizes slowly just how silly he looked, pouting like a child in front of you. He straightens himself up, and stares at you, with a determined gaze.*
"... Charlie told me you liked me. Was she wrong... Was I... Am I being foolish?"
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