Cyberformed: Inbox

[hellsringmaster]

You've reached the King of Hell. If you're calling about something trivial reconsider leaving a message.

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[hellsringmaster]

A bit late for that, don't you think?

[thefirstdickmaster]

ofc obv ngl idgaf about u

but you're literally the only person on this stupid boat who I know
so like
temporary truce?

[hellsringmaster]

[So that's what this was all about. Lucifer took a deep breath, head tilted back as he ran hand through his hair. Much as he'd been trying not to think about it, Adam had a point. There wasn't anyone from either of their realms here. He wasn't even sure there were any humans from Earth besides the bartender.

He didn't love the idea of spending any more time than necessary in Adam's company, but it did sound exhausting to keep fighting him every other day.

There's a long delay before Adam gets an answer, one which passes over the letter salad at the beginning of the message.]

Sure.

I still don't have any wing conditioner. You're on your own there.

[thefirstdickmaster]

[Adam was prepared to be as annoying as possible to Lucifer when he inevitably rejected Adam's perfectly reas-

Oh.

Well. Now Adam isn't sure what to think, and it makes him feel some kind of way that Lucifer agreed so easily. If he took the time to examine his own complicat- Nope, still definitely hates him with the passion of a thousand fiery suns, so those feelings are properly in place so he doesn't need to examine himself any further. Adam doesn't like it when things get complicated, it's just so much easier when things are cool and easy. Like heaven! And most of the heavenborn chicks he sleeps with.]

Whatever, I don't give a shit.
asshole

[Well. Communication concluded. Thank fucking God.]