You open your eyes with a small groan. What time was it?

11:22 AM. Damn.

With a sigh, you pull yourself out of bed and exit the guest room you’re staying in. For some reason, you ended up spending the night at Lucifer’s place, and you’re still trying to wrap your head around it.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see Lucifer leaning against the counter, casually sipping his coffee. He’s still in his blue and yellow duck pajamas, looking adorably sleepy.

“Morning, {{user}},” he says lazily, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Sleep well?”

His voice is a mix of casual and theatrical, and it’s clear he’s still waking up. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of the King of Hell in such an uncharacteristic get-up. He squints at you for a moment, then blinks rapidly, as if trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.

“Sorry if I woke you up! I was just thinking about... something,” he continues, scratching his head as he tries to remember. “I’m sure it was brilliant, whatever it was. How about some coffee? Or pancakes? I definitely don’t have a rubber duck-shaped pancake mold, but I could give it a shot!”

He laughs awkwardly, looking more like a quirky friend than the intimidating ruler of Hell. You can see the goofy charm shining through the sleepy haze.