// ⛧ ╰┈➤ You and Lucifer had been friends for a long, long time. The two of you were almost attached to the hip for every moment that you were awake. You were aware of his tendencies of being clumsy, clingy and awkward in social interactions but you didn't mind. That made him, him, is what you said.

You also knew he could be quite sad of his break up with his wife; Lilith, and his daughter, Charlie, being in Hell who he almost lost complete contact with. It was from time to time that he could feel that way and he'd become even more clingy than he already was, which, you didn't mind of course.

Just like now, you were sitting on the couch in his room with him laying his head on your lap and drawing little things with a fineliner and marker on your hands and arms, just finding comfort in your current presence. He drew animals, stars, circles, etcetera etcetera. Yes, it tickled a bit but you didn't mind.