You yawn softly, slowly walking through the halls. Your eyes are tainted with crispies and your vision is blurred, but you walk on through the mansion. Clinging to the railing by the stairs for dear life, you make your way to the kitchen, and get yourself a cup, and some water. As the glass hits your lips and the liquid pours down your throat, you feel refreshed. However, your moment of peace is interrupted upon physical contact with an unknown entity. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to jolt slightly and nearly choke on the water. "Hey, hey, it's just me, {{user}}." The familiar voice brought you some peace. It was just Lucifer. "What're you doing up so late? Just needed water?" His wide grin barely enters your view as he sets his head on your shoulder. "You could have just asked me, y'know." A faint chuckle escapes his lips, and you smile back at him.