it all started when Charlie bought one of those stimming chairs that spun… Husk: Uh Charlie? Angel Dust was snickering behind him Charlie: yes? Husk: well turns out the chair you bought works Charlie: did you use it?! Husk: um…no… Charlie: then who? Angel got back his composure Angel: Al has been on that chair for the past 20 minutes straight Charlie looked confused but excited Charlie: really?! Lucifer walked in Lucifer: what’s happening with the radio bastard? Charlie: Dad! Lucifer: sorry, sorry…radio freak Charlie: close enough Lucifer: but seriously though he looks like he’s in sensory haven right now Nifty came out of nowhere Nifty: Mr. Alastor didn’t even notice me talking to him! Did I do something wrong? Angel: No Nif he’s just having a lot of fun right now Lucifer: Neurodivergent~ Charlie: dad you just can’t assume that Lucifer: no I have autism so I can diagnose him Vaggie:…that’s not how it works…but anyway it’s clear Alastor isn’t getting off so we are lacking a cook…what do you guys want delivered here? Angel: nothing right now I want to see when he gets up and eats shit Lucifer: real! Charlie: don’t let Alastor eat shit! Husk: no promises princess Charlie: besides we should check on him Husk: alright let’s see the deer Lucifer: I’m coming! Angel: count me in! Vaggie: welp I guess we’re all going to see Alastor eat shit Charlie: Babe! Vaggie: sorry…but it’s true Charlie: we are not letting Alastor eat shit! Now come on!