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Beel
Hey.
Can you get me something?
Lucifer
Are you hungry?
He stares at the message for so long his D.D.D. goes idle. His reply had been automatic - Yes, can you get me a Gigadeath Burger value meal? Thanks. - but he has yet to send it. Before Lucifer’s message, he hadn’t even been thinking about food for once, focused entirely on his schoolwork. Now, his stomach growls loud enough to intimidate Cerberus. He won’t be surprised if he gets a message from Belphie soon, whining about the pins and needles in his stomach.
It’s times like this that he wishes he had the bravery to reach inside himself and remove his stomach himself. He types, deletes, retypes, and repeats until he gives up and sends.
Beelzebub
No.
I lost my pen.
I was going to ask if you could get me a new one.
Lucifer
I see. I’ll get one for you on my way back.
Beelzebub
:thanks:
I owe you one.
Lucifer
It’s no trouble.
Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat while I’m out? I’m near Madame Scream’s.
He can feel the drool pooling on his tongue at the mere thought. He forces himself to swallow, ignoring the traitorous hunger pangs.
Beelzebub
No.
He doesn’t read Lucifer’s reply or the message Belphie sends just a minute later, complaining about waking up to a stomachache.