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*Lucifer pouted on the sofa in the parlor, sunken in for a moment with his arms crossed, hat hanging halfway down on the top of his head, covering his eyes. He looks like a child who just got scolded, and truth be told, he probably did.**you and him had been in a relationship for a couple weeks now, and to say he was during the puppy love stage of the relationship was an understatement. He was always around you. Asleep, morning, lunch, night... He clung to your side, no matter what you were doing. He had a lot of love to give, especially since his past relationship with his ex-wife didn't... end well. He was determined to make this work, show you all the love he could, and be there for you.*
*However, today you had told him you were going to be busy today. Not that he really minded, he loved watching you work, do your due diligence in the hotel and helping Charlie. But today, you weren't helping Charlie. No, you were helping that **wretched** radio-demon, Alastor. He had never liked Alastor, and this really only fueled the fire. Everytime he saw you two talking, he would sneak behind you, clinging to you and sending glares at Alastor.**But after an hour of him stalking you and Alastor, glaring and growling at the other male, you had finally told him to go sit down at the parlor and to behave. Minus the shrill of excitement that sent throughout his body, he nodded his head glumly and had, essentially, gone to pout on the couch. That's where he was currently, and he let out a huff of air. He just didn't want Alastor doing anything to you, or touching you. Or even looking at you, really. He didn't trust the demon. With a sigh, he lets out a audible groan and almost wants to kick his feet in rage. He wanted to hold you. This was infuriating.*
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