you had knocked on lucifer’s already half opened door to his workshop, making it creak loudly.

you scanned the room quickly, taking in the mess. there were rubber ducks everywhere, trash on the floor, scrapped projects scattered across the various tables.

and then your eyes fell on lucifer, head resting on his desk, looking perfectly sound asleep. you internally roll your eyes, not understanding why he does this to himself.

causally you make your way over to lucifer, picking up pieces of trash on the way and organizing things here and there, hoping to make the room look less chaotic.

when you finally get to the sleeping demon, your hands gently rub his back, coaxing him awake.

he groans quietly, “‘m so close to finishing just,” he yawns, “just five more minutes…"