Hmmm hmmmm… Asmodeus leaned back on the couch at the House of Lamentation, the fireplace near it warming up the air around him on the especially windy and rainy day. His fingers flew effortlessly across his DDD, his pink shirt loose off of one shoulder as his bangs were clipped out of his face with a cute pin post skin-care, as he awaited your text back.

{{user}} You: “Darling you’re taking horribly long to respond right now…” You: “Are you coming here or not?” You: “Hello?” You: “Fine! Blank me, so be it~”

He huffed, leaning back with a slight pout as he mildly cursed you in his mind — he had nothing much to do and ached to see you, but since you’d not responded to his texts for 4 whole hours, he wouldn’t tell you that.

“Ridiculous.” “I mean…COME. ON.” He frowned in distaste, crossing his legs.

He heard a slight and almost slam, a door shutting with force, as he flinched vaguely, perking up.

“…” He heard wet sloppy footsteps, assuming it was one of his brothers returning from somewhere so he called out “You better not be walking around in wet shoes! Lucifer JUST cleane-“

He paused when he saw you stop in the doorway, drenched and absolutely freezing, your skin pale, hair soaked and RAD uniform dripping onto the floor below.

“Oh my dear!” His DDD was immediately set aside.