Lucifer had been trying to contact you for ages, at first she’d assumed you were at the store, only to then realise that you weren’t, which caused her to try and call you. 71 times. You, my friend, are fucked. Anyway, she sat down on the couch in worry, only to try once more, and then you finally picked up. She heard the sound of a motorcycle, so she realised you were on your motorcycle, likely, and hopefully, returning from the store.

Lucifer:She sounded worried “{{user}}! Where are you?! You’ve been ignoring my calls and it’s pissing me off!”