a devil and cop walk into a bar

[nofluffybunny]

Who: Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar
When: Backdated: late-October
Where: Medbay
What: Continued from here; Chloe's arrived, and at the worst time possible
Warnings: Mention of death and blood, child kidnapping.

[ Lucifer says this is wonderful and Chloe stares at him like he's hit his head, or that dying somehow messed with the nature of things for him. If it weren't for the arm he'd put over her shoulders, she would've stood up to face him and his absurd thought process. ]

'Fantastic' and 'wonderful' aren't words I would use in my vocabulary for this— Lucifer, my daughter's been kidnapped. [ Her hands give a fluttering gesture, twisting to stare at him. How can he just brush this off? ] Stop acting like we're on a vacation.

[ He can avoid his responsibilities all he wants but Chloe, like hell is Chloe going to do that. ]

And chrono-kinetic— what?

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[fallin1]

[ Well, the dying bit wasn't exactly fun, that he will readily admit, but overall he's no worse the wear for it. He doesn't understand why this isn't amazing to her. Now she has a chance away from all that ridiculous nonsense back home that his brother got them both into by releasing that moron from Hell in the first place. ]

Yes, I'm very well aware of that. I did get shot by the foul human who did it. But right now, she's perfectly safe. We are on a bit of one, actually. There is nothing at all we can do to help our situations back home. [ He sighs, she really isn't getting that this is most definitely a gift not a punishment. Trust him, he is the master of the latter, after all. ]

No, that's not it. Chrono-kinesis. It means that back home, with all of the bad things that are happening, that time is no longer moving. Or at the very least it is moving at an impossibly slow rate.

It's a gift, one you can actually give credit to my Father for. He did have the foresight to give myself and my angelic brothers and sisters the gift. One of many. Your tiny human is perfectly safe, I assure you.

[nofluffybunny]

[ Humans are different from immortal and celestial beings. If she knew the truth about him, she wouldn't question his five years in archives and nothing before that.

Jesus, is he really talking to her like she's seven and doesn't understand the world and how it works? Chloe presses her lips together, tight lipped. ]

Okay, fine. Chrono-kinesis. It's a thing, sure. But you realize that what you're explaining is something that happens in movies? Please tell me you've seen movies, that you never spent all of your time in your club.

[ Whoring, doing drugs, enjoying...all of the sex. Whatever. ]

Lucifer... How can I really take your word for that? How can you be so sure?

[ Really, how? Chloe knows he'd never lie to her, he'd promised her with such seriousness before, firm and absolute. This was like trusting him blind; she knew he always had her back, he was her partner, but this was different. This involved Trixie, her own flesh and blood.

A hand clenches tight, knuckles white, and she presses it over her stomach, pushing out a breath. ]

[fallin1]

[ Very different, in fact, and it isn't simply the wings, even if Lucifer no longer has his.

Well, if she wasn't staring at him in that incomprehensible fashion, he wouldn't be, but she's slow to catch up, so. ]

It is, yes. [ Look, he promised he would never lie to her and so he has not. He doesn't understand why it is so difficult to understand. ] It happens in movies as far as you perceive. It happens quite often for me, and it's bloody hard to pour a drink when my brother drops in unexpectedly.

Detective, I do not lie. I have never lied to you, nor will I ever. Your daughter is safe, I swear to you.

[ He says it with absolute certainty, as he always does, but also, sincerity. He reaches up to clasp her arms, closer to her shoulders, and offers a smile. ]

Now, this anxiety is going to make you grey early. I'm sure you'll look fantastic in any color, but best not test those waters just yet, hm?

[nofluffybunny]

[ He has a point. Chloe needs to breathe. His grip works after a few moments to ground her and she nods, forcing out another exhale, trying to get the tension and anxiousness to ease out with that breath. ]

Okay.

[ The way he speaks, the tone of certainty— Chloe believes him. Another nod, mostly to assure herself, and she rests a hand over one of his, squeezing. ]

Okay, I believe you.

[ Her hair? Did he really need to make a comment about her hair? Chloe's expression goes from relaxed to frowning. ]

Let's not talk about my hair right now. Let's focus on you. You should probably look into changing.

[fallin1]

[ He usually does have one and is right, but nevermind about that. Lucifer smiles kindly at her as she continues to relax as she breathes in surely and steadily. ]

See? Now that wasn't hard, was it?

[ Now if only the could work on the part where he is actually the Devil and immortal, they'd be all set. ]

Focus on me? I'm fine, hon---oh. Well, I'm sure the decontamination shower or whatever it is they have is better with two. Care to join me?

[ Propriety, what even is that? ]

[nofluffybunny]

[ Yeah... About that... ]

Even at a time like this and you still find room to make this into a joke.

[ Should she sigh and drop her forehead into her palm? She shouldn't even be surprised. ]

You're the one covered in blood. You need to go in first. Alone. Plus you need to see a doctor.

[fallin1]

[ His heavenly brothers and sisters are the ones with angelic sticks up their feathered holes, not him. He shucked that off a very, very long time ago. No rest for the wicked and all. ]

Well, I had to try, didn't I?

[ Her reaction does, however, earn a lowly chuckle. He does spare a bit of pity for her, though. He can't let her go on thinking that he's anything less than tip-top. Which is why he sighs, unbuttons and discards his jacket exactly there, and unbuttons his shirt to slide it off.

He isn't doing it to show off or anything of the like. He isn't doing it as some sort of odd advance on her either. ]

Already done, Detective. A clean, if dubious, bill of health.

[ He uses his now ruined shirt, crumpled in one hand, to wipe as much blood away from where he'd previously been shot away. It does little but smear across his skin. ]

See?

[nofluffybunny]

Well, at least this time you're only half naked...

[ Said on a mutter. Every other time he's been completely naked. It's put her in all kinds of awkward situations. This time she's grateful he's not fully hanging free because that's been a sight she's had trouble erasing from her memory.

Chloe can't look away for too long, glancing off to the side as she shifts where she's seated on the bed. It just doesn't sit right with her and she slides off to stand, staring down at the blood he's smeared about. ]

It just doesn't make any sense...

[ Afraid to touch him and yet needing to get up close and personal for herself, kind of like how he'd done when he'd asked her to lift her shirt so he could check her back, Chloe takes the rumpled, bloodied shirt from him.

She's too focused, a hand touching his naked waist to hold him steady, using the shirt to clean him as best as she can all the while being careful and gentle— the bloody man had been shot. Chloe knows what that feels like, it sucks. There's no walking away from it.

Her hand moves over the front of his stomach, tries to pull the skin up. Blood smears further but it's cleaner than he'd gotten it. And there's no...bullet wound. No entry.

Slowly, her eyes lift, her fingers swiping over the area above the waistband of his slacks. ]

[fallin1]

That can certainly be remedied. I need only a word.

[ This trend will likely continue until she gets tired of his antics, or laughs, though the latter is closer to when hell might freeze over currently. Also, she says that as if it is a bad memory to have. He'd be offended if he knew. Never matter. ]

I was once an Angel, my darling. I still am one, technically, only cast out. What you might refer to as supernatural abilities are---well, normal for me.

[ He doesn't argue or quip as she gets closer to him, and even liberates the bloodied and ruined dress shirt from his hands. He lets her ground him with the hand to his hip, almost commenting that this is somewhat ridiculous, but something stays his tongue. As far as the sensation of dying, yes, suck it does. There are far better adjectives, he feels, but now is hardly the time or place to argue semantics. ]

There you are, Detective. Fresh canvas. [ He cants his head down to meet her gaze, and unwittingly, he rests one hand over the top of hers. Usually, he'd have another comment, quip, or some refreshing banter---here and now he finds himself a bit pinned and trapped by her gaze. He isn't certain what to say, and so any words he might have had catch in his throat and turn to dust before he can utter them. ]

Perfection as usual.