2Title: Won't You Be...?
Author: Evil Little Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: So very, very not mine.
Notes: Written for the LJ community, Comment_Fic.
It's grey and rumpled and there might be a moth hole or two in it. Still, it's sealed up in a zippered dress jacket covering, just in case someone decides to go snooping.
He doesn't wear it often. Maybe only once since he spotted it in a thrift shop (of all places). It's almost the idea of it existing more than anything.
When he and Mazikeen first arrived, after she'd cut off his wings, before he'd acquired Lux, he'd spent some time watching things. People. Vehicles. Animals. The ocean.
He'd watched a lot of movies. Talk shows. Classic TV.
At some point, he'd found a soft-spoken man with some strange little puppets. The man would take off a jacket and put on a cardigan sweater.
Lucifer thought the man ridiculous - feelings, of all things, good neighbors - but there was something about his voice. And when Lucifer saw that cardigan while searching for something more glittery than dross, and found himself paying for the damned thing.
Well, maybe some day he'd do a Sexy Mr. Rogers role play.
Maybe. Until then, it was a reminder that someone might want him for a...neighbor.
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