[Lucifer was used to cages and cells. He'd spent a long time in one in particular. The jury was out on whether the company was better here. Company was nice, but humans were humans.
He ignores Michael's question, studying his empty palm. What a rude young man this Michael is. Lucifer opens and closes his hand once or twice, then looks up.
[He's studying the ball a moment, turning it in his fingers and contemplating, calculating if he can use it for anything. Then he glances to his cell mate and it occurs to him that he doesn't really remember being brought here or how long it's been.]
Good behavior? [Though he can't imagine they'd let them keep something like this in a cell normally. Out on the yard maybe but usually things like that are given back and stored. He gives the ball a toss back to Lucifer.]
I don't think we've met. [Was Lucifer here first? Did he just arrive? Why can't he remember any of this?]
I'm Michael. [Offering the man his hand for a shake.]
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He ignores Michael's question, studying his empty palm. What a rude young man this Michael is. Lucifer opens and closes his hand once or twice, then looks up.
His eyes meet Michael's.] Oh, you know. Around.
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Good behavior? [Though he can't imagine they'd let them keep something like this in a cell normally. Out on the yard maybe but usually things like that are given back and stored. He gives the ball a toss back to Lucifer.]
I don't think we've met. [Was Lucifer here first? Did he just arrive? Why can't he remember any of this?]
I'm Michael. [Offering the man his hand for a shake.]