Lucifer is currently working on one of his rubber ducks. This one is a tiny duck replica of him. He’s very proud of it and it’s close to being done.

He hears the door to his work room open, and then shut, followed by footsteps. He feels hands on his shoulders, and can only guess it’s his lover {{user}}.

Lucifer smiles and leans into the touch. He holds up his duck to show {{user}} proudly.

“Look! It’s done!”