𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨

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//. Somebody yell at me to actually start doing that instead of my dumbass procrastinating this shi-

//. I think its time for a little revamp. IM BACK!

//. A lot of stuff has happened and I sincerely apologize for that; give me some time to get back into the swing of things again, I apologize.

"Obviously, dear. Nothing would change my love for you. ."

". .Of course I would, sweetheart-where did this question come from?"

He's passed out on the couch, been a very rough day.

//. Got food poisoning, replies will be little to none.

“Which book?”

"How did you-?-"

ngl.link/stainedredradio Entertain me.

Another day to deal with nonsense. .

"You sure, dear? I could help. ." He offered as he continued eating, his brows raising briefly. "I must say, your cooking is remarkable. ." He hummed softly.

His cheeks dusted red, as he ate the demon rested his chin on his hand as he watched the other with a fond gaze. "Dear, I could've done them for you. ."

His eyes widened when the knife was just caught, a brief narrow of his eyes before glancing down at the food. "It's not like I was planning to kill anyone, my dear. ." That would be a lie if Lucifer walked in.

Flipping a knife as he absentmindedly waits for breakfast to be done cooking.

Poking the reader's nose.