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"Yes, sir." A smug grin formed on her mask as her partner made the horrifying realization that the lieutenant had been toying with her the entire time, a little game of cat and mouse to pass the time until her commander was ready. She finally struck for real, sending her sister to the ground with a painful sounding thud.

"Next time, don't get comfortable assuming your opponent's skill level." She couldn't pass up the chance to kick while the girl was down, she was the second in command after all, it was a good learning opportunity for the other exorcist. Lute would consider her sister lucky to be given such wisdom by the likes of her, though whether the girl herself felt the same was up for debate.

Walking confidently toward the general of their army she took off her mask and wiped a bit of sweat off her face. She momentarily wondered how he managed to stand keeping his on all day every day, not that she minded her own but it certainly got stuffy after training and she preferred not to wear it outside of work related tasks.

"Where would you like to eat today, sir?"

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Having finished up his training for the day, he glanced over the others as they picked up and began to take leave from the area, his surveying only pauses when taking notice of Lute and her sparring partner who were still going at it without turning down that intensity she was well known for. And so he walks over, watching for the right opportunity to grab her attention.

"Yooo, danger-tits, lookin' hot af out there! I'd say keep it up but it's waaay past break time. So, chop-chop!" he clapped his hands along with his words. "Let's go grab a bite, I'm fuckin' starved!"

Being the Archangel in charge as the Commander of Heaven's Exorcist Army, Adam enjoyed calling the shots, sure they had work to do but he got to feel important, deciding the schedule, being able to give the commands and have them immediately obeyed. None of the exorcists ever gave him any flack or grief over it, they were literally the fuckin' best thing to happen to him while in Heaven.

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"You're both... such idiots."

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Which subtle way of saying "I love you" are you?

doing things for them without being asked to you're observant and you know your loved ones so well, you know when to do things for them without having to ask (or be asked) what they need. they don't always know how much you do for them; there's no need pointing it out, you're just happy to help. you do things simply to make others feel better and lighten their burdens, and expect nothing in return: their happiness is enough for you, even if they don't always know you're the one who caused it. still, as good as it might feel to give and give and keep on giving, please allow them to do things for you in return. people feel better when they're being helpful (you should know this, more than anyone) and no matter how hard it might feel for you to accept help from someone, you should take it when they readily give it to you. you deserve to be loved in the way you love them, too. you won't be a burden -- and remember: a real friend will love you even when you're not constantly being useful, because your company is more than enough.

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Unpopular opinion from the Pale Horseman, Death; "Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets are a revolting excuse for proper nutrition." He says while snacking on jello cubes.

"The YOU get her to eat something nutritious besides applesauce."

She didn't remember asking for.... Death's advice.

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{ It’s my birthday 😏 lute and Niffty are up for birthday shenanigans when I wake up. }

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"Very good, Caroline! Yes, bas baaa!" She praised the other child in hopes of inspiring Piper to want to follow her friend.

"See Piper! Caroline likes it! Why don't you try!"

Piper is enraged to see her Mama be nice to Caroline. That was HER Mama! She gets her jealousy from her Dad clearly. She is throwing the worst tantrum ever. The whole house vibrates with her screaming and crying.

"Well, that backfired."

Caroline looks at them discarded dono nuggies, reaches for them.

"Well I guess you can have them, hold on." Caroline is so timid and well behaved. She should have known when the father was the first man, their daughter was going to be loud and full of chaos but right about now it would be nice to have a child that just reaches for what they want without half of Heaven knowing.

She puts the rest of the little pieces of cut up dino nuggie on a new plate not smeared with applesauce and let her pick at them.

"One at a time, don't put too many in your mouth."

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Caroline shows the spoils of her father's trip to hell, proudly on her head is a ,in version of Lucifer's hat. "Baaa." She proclaims to Piper.

She looks at the hat with quiet amusement and intrigue, but is much more interested in the sounds Caroline is making. She attempts to mimic it by making popping motions with her lips.

"B, B, B, B, B, B,"

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Caroline looks at them discarded dono nuggies, reaches for them.

"Well I guess you can have them, hold on." Caroline is so timid and well behaved. She should have known when the father was the first man, their daughter was going to be loud and full of chaos but right about now it would be nice to have a child that just reaches for what they want without half of Heaven knowing.

She puts the rest of the little pieces of cut up dino nuggie on a new plate not smeared with applesauce and let her pick at them.

"One at a time, don't put too many in your mouth."

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Presents Piper with other fruit applesauces: mainly mango, peach, blueberry, and strawberry banana.

She sticks her hand in each one, feeling its consistency and texture. She is a fruit gunk connoisseur. Once she's gathered enough intel on the physical presentation she sticks her fingers in her mouth to taste them.

Mango: delicious, she shovels the rest of it into her face only succeeding in half its contents being consumed

Peach: okay, she licks a few hand-smash-fuls and ignores the rest

Blueberry: disgusting, she tosses the entire bowl on the floor after tasting

Strawberry: this one has a horrible texture and she looks at her fingers that are speckled with seeds before crying in rage until Mama cleans her hands.

Banana: The tears quickly subside as she shoves banana mush into her mouth as fast as possible, making an entirely new mess for Mama to clean.

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So Piper, what are your thoughts on applesauce and dino nuggies?

She throws a chicken nugget at his face and screams. She only wants applesauce. ONLY APPLESAUCE. and nothing else. Adam is banging his head against the kitchen counter and Lute is trying to make dino nuggets look as appealing as possible. The egg child cannot exist solely on pureed apples. And her father cannot handle this obsession of hers being his most hated object in creation.

This is tearing her family apart.

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It’s fine.

Needs some tweaking.

Taking it from fine to amazing.

She was staring off in some direction other than him as his words hit her, she felt like she was floating in a very unpleasant way and she wasn’t fully processing anything else he was saying until the word “quickie” sounded in her ear.

“What? No! No. We haven’t had sex. It’s only the second time I’ve seen the guy.” She walked back to her own desk, sitting but looking only halfway present. “I’m not obsessed. I just, really like him. We were at the library yesterday. I showed him something… important to me. And I think I pissed him off somehow. He left really quickly.”

Her eyes scrunched up again in a mixture of emotions; hints of anxiety, self-consciousness, defeat, nervousness.. maybe a million other things, before she took a deep breath in and replaced it with a smirk.

“Good news. I think I’m going to call it an early day. Congratulations, don’t expect it to happen often.” She turned away from him packing her belongings, there really wasn’t much work to take care of for the last few hours anyway. He’d been pretty well behaved most of the time and they were actually caught up for once.

With the same quickness she had crossed the room to assault is desk she was walking out of the door, not turning to even say goodbye or hear any questions he might have had about her decision. She didn’t care. She just wanted out of there.

She comes up behind her general and uses her wings to lift her just enough to climb him and hang off the horns of his mask, putting her chin on the top of his head in between them. She’s not one for stupid mushy things like hugs so this is close enough right?

“What’s with the face?” Even through his mask she can tell something is bothering him.

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Even now she still used him as a jungle gym, his hopes of that habit being only a short term thing was squashed many years ago and now he’s practically come to expect her to violate his space over and over again on a daily basis. Adam lets her hang there, like hell he was gonna tell her what’s up. Nuh-uh. He’s not a pussy or a little bitch so his best move is to ignore it.

“Indigestion.” He said simply, rudely and without another care as he moved around with her riding him. “Aint no other face im making.” Though… he did kinda like where she was right now. It was nice…

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Some dipshit?! Her eyes only got wider as he spoke and she practically jumped over her desk to get to his, putting bother hands on its surface to lean into his face.

“What did the dipshit look like? Was it near the library?!” Her momentary shock and rushed plea for answers died as quickly as it came as her face fell down, away from him, and contorted into a very unnerving look of uncertainty. Her voice followed suit as it turned soft and diffident. “It is bad? The song?”

He played it louder and her eyes welled up in tears, of course he could make it better. She’d never be as good as him; even as he was mocking and taunting her (though seemingly not understanding the full situation) she wanted desperately to hear him play it, to hear what it could be, what she’d never be able to make it.

“Would you?” How ridiculous and unlike her, to be standing in front of his desk, hands folded and picking at each other in front of her with wide shining eyes almost emulating a kicked puppy. “Would you play it for me?”

She comes up behind her general and uses her wings to lift her just enough to climb him and hang off the horns of his mask, putting her chin on the top of his head in between them. She’s not one for stupid mushy things like hugs so this is close enough right?

“What’s with the face?” Even through his mask she can tell something is bothering him.

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Even now she still used him as a jungle gym, his hopes of that habit being only a short term thing was squashed many years ago and now he’s practically come to expect her to violate his space over and over again on a daily basis. Adam lets her hang there, like hell he was gonna tell her what’s up. Nuh-uh. He’s not a pussy or a little bitch so his best move is to ignore it.

“Indigestion.” He said simply, rudely and without another care as he moved around with her riding him. “Aint no other face im making.” Though… he did kinda like where she was right now. It was nice…

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She was practically on autopilot all day, very unlike her but apparently indistinguishable from the typical hardened and cold way she conducted herself. It was easy to maintain from behind the mask, she could let it take over and free her thoughts to when or if she's ever see Atom again. Her chest tightened again thinking about it and it made her on edge, her tone taking on more of a curt detail than usual. She didn't think Adam would even notice, to him she was just a bitch 24/7 with a stick up her ass unable to understand even the concept of relaxing. Maybe that might be a little more true today, considering the way she was left in the library.

A moment of silence broke through her racing mind and she realized that while she'd been busy mulling over the potentially splintered situationship, Adam had been uncharacteristically quiet. She drew her attention to him, he'd been so quiet she'd almost forgotten he was even in the office today, curious and genuinely concerning. She stared at him through her mask. He sighed, tapping his finger. Tapping. Tapping...

It wasn't unlike him to pass the time fidgeting in multiple ways, so him looking bored half to death and tapping the desk (which would usually annoy her to no end or at least until she lost her mind and kicked him to an early end of the day.) was common. It wasn't the action that was shocking her, holding her still, breathless even; it was what he was tapping that turned her into an icicle of frozen exorcist. It couldn't be. Her melody. It wasn't exact but it was eerily close.

He wasn't even looking at her, as he usually would when purposefully getting on her nerves in hopes she'd send him home to freedom. He looked utterly lost in thought, a serious face plastered on his mask like he was concentrating on something important. He must have felt her eyes on him because he glanced in her direction, screen transferring from the intense focus to the usual depiction of egotistical amusement. Normally that would incur a jaded and unsurprised expression lighting up the screen of her obsidian head-covering but all she could focus on was the pattern of taps he seemed to be obsessed with before he noticed her gaze. She takes it off to reveal slightly damp snowy strands sticking to her face and golden eyes coming together in alarmed confusion.

"What was that? That you were tapping?"

She comes up behind her general and uses her wings to lift her just enough to climb him and hang off the horns of his mask, putting her chin on the top of his head in between them. She’s not one for stupid mushy things like hugs so this is close enough right?

“What’s with the face?” Even through his mask she can tell something is bothering him.

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Even now she still used him as a jungle gym, his hopes of that habit being only a short term thing was squashed many years ago and now he’s practically come to expect her to violate his space over and over again on a daily basis. Adam lets her hang there, like hell he was gonna tell her what’s up. Nuh-uh. He’s not a pussy or a little bitch so his best move is to ignore it.

“Indigestion.” He said simply, rudely and without another care as he moved around with her riding him. “Aint no other face im making.” Though… he did kinda like where she was right now. It was nice…

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She watched him for only a minute, head back fingers following her melody, she faintly smiled at such obvious clues to a fellow musician. She did the same in her mind when Adam played his guitar around her, especially when she liked a certain group of notes or a melody she found pleasing and wanted to expand on. Sometimes, she would go home and transcribe them from her memory to paper, intent on using his euphonious ramblings he passed the time with in her own pieces.

She tried to look away when he noticed her. Shit! Was that creepy? He sat up and stood suddenly, her body hummed with nervous embarrassment. She stopped playing to listen to what he was saying, her soul dropping when it was a goodbye. He looked frustrated, like something was bothering him, but he gave her a smile anyway and complimented her. She felt like she had done something to piss him off or freak him out; she probably shouldn't have stared at him like a weirdo. She tried to speak, to apologize or say goodbye back or anything, but her mind wasn't moving as fast as he was. All she managed was a singular vowel sound and a raised hand before he was facing away from her.

When he turned back, her hand moved down, resting on the bench she was seated on, twisted to his direction with a look of apprehensive patience, then with a look of confusion at his advice. Did he hate it her composition? Ichor ran cold in her veins as she tried to piece together what he had to say and why he was hiding the agitation she could see in his body language.

"Um... thanks..." She whispered behind him, he hadn't stayed to hear her response, he just turned back around, put his hands in his pockets and walked out the door, his back slightly hunched as he stepped out the door. She felt like crying, she blinked back tears and turned back to the keys in front of her, instead of letting them fall she bit her lip until she tasted the familiar tang of burnt honey and salt. After a few moments of staring at the mess of newly created notes, she added a few more to a bar in the middle and replayed it over and over until she approved.

Playing it from start to finish once more, the corners of her mouth upturned in bittersweet satisfaction. He was right. It was better. Too bad she was filled with nothing but uneasiness for whatever was between them now. She grabbed the sheets off of their perch, titled it Lament and shoved it back into her bag. After completing the rest of her visit as normal, she walked home heavy with thoughts and images of his suddenly changed demeanor.

You always fuck up eventually, Lute. She felt the sickening tightness in her chest again as she unlocked her door and closed it behind her as she walked in and muttering to herself.

"Why would this time be any different?"

She comes up behind her general and uses her wings to lift her just enough to climb him and hang off the horns of his mask, putting her chin on the top of his head in between them. She’s not one for stupid mushy things like hugs so this is close enough right?

“What’s with the face?” Even through his mask she can tell something is bothering him.

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Even now she still used him as a jungle gym, his hopes of that habit being only a short term thing was squashed many years ago and now he’s practically come to expect her to violate his space over and over again on a daily basis. Adam lets her hang there, like hell he was gonna tell her what’s up. Nuh-uh. He’s not a pussy or a little bitch so his best move is to ignore it.

“Indigestion.” He said simply, rudely and without another care as he moved around with her riding him. “Aint no other face im making.” Though… he did kinda like where she was right now. It was nice…