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"Soo, what do you think?"
"It's tacky."
"No it's not!"
"It's pink."
Lucifer gave his other half an offended look, "So? Pink's a nice colour, it suits me."
Alastor gave him a look that plainly broadcast just how much he disagreed with that statement, "You can do better. Come, let me fix it."
"I don't have time! I have to leave for this meeting in five minutes- hey!"
Alastor, as always, ignored him and had taken it upon himself to begin undressing Lucifer, "No there's a far better option out there, I won't let you waltz in looking like a child's burst bubblegum bubble just to be laughed out of the room."
Lucifer stared at him blankly for a moment, jaw slack. "It wasn't that bad." He mumbled defeatedly, giving in and letting himself be mandhandled out of the suit.
"Don't pout." Alastor scolded, giving him a pat on the rump. "I'm just looking out for you, as any good partner would." He snapped his fingers, and Lucifer was instantly clad in a new suit.
White this time, with a deep red shirt.
It... wasn't that bad. He supposed. Maybe.
"...Thanks."
"You're still pouting."
Lucifer turned away and Alastor slinked around him like a cat that knew it was too cute to get into trouble.
He ducked down, and kissed the king sweetly.
Lucifer couldn't resist deepening it, aggressively nipping at those cursedly soft lips. It's what that smug asshole deserved for waiting until he was fully dressed to voice his concerns. What a bitch, a brat-
"You're one minute late, Your Majesty."
"Shit!"