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can't a man have some coffee in peace

[The thread that connects him to the supreme primarch's power has unraveled, taking with it his wings. Rent of what makes him an archangel, he's no better than a human with a purpose thrust unto him by a weakened witch. All in all, the whole situation reeks of nonsense.

Indolence won't help his brooding any. Sandalphon tours the city instead, pointedly taking the less populated path. Even then, too many people approach him with their wares and saccharine smiles, and he rebuffs each one with a single-word response. It's not soon enough when he slips into a shop that smells faintly of coffee, hoping for some peace and quiet.

But even here, the employees jump at every person to come around. Sandalphon grits his teeth in reflex annoyance when a rehearsed greeting and a request for an order is thrown his way. He hadn't intended to buy anything. Still, he can't just turn around and leave.]

Fine. Give me coffee.

[That unleashes a whole new can of beans. Regular or decaf? Perhaps a mocha, a latte, or a cappucino? And what about ice?

Does any of this matter? No one makes coffee like Lucifer. It hasn't been more than two hours, and Sandalphon wants to quit Shehui.]

That doesn't matter to me. Make what you want.

[At the very least, the service is quick—too quick. Sandalphon eyes the cup in his grasp with mild suspicion. What's with the lid?]

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[Patient?]

I wouldn't say that.

[Sandalphon is, too, guilty of being unclear with his feelings. In his haste to act on his pain, he'd thrown away every good (and bad) thing in his lowly life. Knowing this, Lucifer's assessment of him has always been too generous.

Looking away, he climbs onto his feet, then reaches for the third cup of coffee that has yet to be tasted.]

And the drink won't wait, either. You should try this one before it cools too much.

[To emphasize his suggestion, he lowers the cup toward Lucifer—a tentative offering, testing the waters now that they're aired their respective baggage.]

[The fact that Sandalphon offers the drink, he thinks, is indicative of the very patience he means. He didn't have to be doing any of this—he could choose to stay angry with him for not understanding, for not being more honest, for leaving him, for dying. Just a few of the many ways he'd failed him. But he doesn't.

Lucifer nods, accepting the cup and, following Sandalphon's example, stands up.]

You're right. Thank you, Sandalphon. [And he'll take a sip, though the next words aren't an assessment of the drink.] If I've not already troubled you enough for one afternoon, is alright if I stay a little while longer?

[They'd just gotten here, so maybe it wasn't necessary, but— he wanted to, if he would have him.]

[It's the calm after the storm. With anger draining from his frame, Sandalphon's face eases into one of relative, albeit still guarded, calm. He huffs as he bends down to right the fallen chair.]

I'm not having guests over, unless you count the roommates. [They've yet to exchange proper introductions. He'd caught a glimpse; otherwise, he knows nothing about them.] Stay as long as you'd please.

[And . . .

The word catches in his mind before it even reaches his throat. No, it's too soon and too late to beg forgiveness. Sandalphon won't do that.]

[It warms his heart to hear him say that. It feels distinctly different from before, and not just because Sandalphon's anger has faded. Now, it feels like he's truly welcome here, and not like he's just being tolerated out of some kind of obligation or necessity. He hopes that's the case for him, too.]

I should be careful not to impose upon your roommates as well. [Actually, that's probably for everyone's benefit. The last thing Sandalphon needed was for people to start fighting over him in his apartment... Awkward.] But until then, have you thought on how you might like to spend your time in this world?

[He could (and should) ask about what happened before all this, back in their own world, but it feels... cruel, especially after Sandalphon had made a lot of his feelings about recent incidents quite clear. He wanted to be able to help him, if he could, but maybe it would be better to come back to it later, he thinks. For now, he wanted Sandalphon to be able to rest a little, to feel at ease.]

[There's no way he'd kick Lucifer out, even if he doesn't have monopoly over the space. Being this close after an upsetting parting, Sandalphon doubts he has it in him to watch Lucifer walk out anytime soon.]

I was going to use this time to explore the city, but you saw for yourself what happened.

[After everything, he's had enough of the outside for today. Briefly, he wonders if Lucifer's admirers are still waiting on the other side of the door.]

Other than that, I've just arrived. My plans are in the provisional stage.

That had been my intention as well. However... [Well, Sandalphon had also seen how that had turned out, so there's no need to continue that train of thought. Instead:] If you like, perhaps we could explore together sometime.

[Now that was something they hadn't been able to do much of since... well, ever. But it sounds like it would be nice. Even just walking here together had been kind of nice, even if Sandalphon wasn't in the best of moods and it wasn't the best of circumstances.

(Maybe, definitely, he is biased. But he was just glad that he was there.)]

[He'd like that, certainly. But just as in the first statement, there's a potential problem to be had.]

Even if we were to go at a different time, how do you know that the same thing won't happen again?

[Sandalphon had never seen Lucifer interact with beings of the world so intimately before, and it had come as something of a shock in all the unexpected ways. The sheer number of people involved in the drama tells him that this won't be a one-off occurrence. How troublesome.

They don't know with whom they're dealing. Surely the original supreme primarch deserves a more respectful approach than this.]

[He frowns a little. If he's being honest, he already knows exactly how that would turn out. It's tough, because on one hand, he really doesn't want people to make a fuss over him like that, and avoiding going out was probably the best way to prevent that, but on the other, it feels a little too much like before—the restrictions, the obligations. Maybe it's worse, actually, given that whatever responsibilities he might have here would be nothing compared to his duty as supreme primarch.

Maybe he'd been a little too optimistic about the prospect of living a (somewhat) normal life.]

Unfortunately, I cannot disagree with you. But I would not order you to go in my stead.

[Lucifer felt like it was something he should do for himself... But that was much easier to do back home, when he didn't necessarily have to be somewhere to see things.]

Then don't. I can go out of my own free will.

[Even the prison of Pandaemonium hadn't stopped him from leaving. Sandalphon is not one too stay cooped up in one place for long.

He hums in faint amusement. How they fumble, without their powers. Adjusting will be more difficult for someone as important as Lucifer than it will be for him—and with no fault from Lucifer's end. Pity, that mortals seem so given to superficial impulses.]

But you can't stay inside forever. We'll have to figure something out.

Indeed. [Being able to relax for a change sounded nice, but if he was locked up all the time... Well, that didn't really count as relaxing, did it? It's a bit disappointing, but he relents, accepting the situation as it is for now.] Until we do, then, I hope you won't mind sharing with me what you see in this place.

[It was hardly the same thing. But being able to listen to Sandalphon talk about his experiences here... That sounded nice, at the very least. He wouldn't mind that at all.

Besides, it might even be a good opportunity to learn more about him this way, if he could "see" the world through Sandalphon's eyes.]

[As much as Sandalphon wouldn't mind being the original supreme primarch's eyes and ears, he hopes that they'll find that solution soon enough. Walking with Lucifer sounds much more appealing than doing the walking for them both.]

What do you want to know?

[While it's true that he hasn't been out for long, it's probably much longer than what Lucifer had managed—not to mention, the distractions. The denizens of Shehui are already disruptive enough to ordinary folk. Had Lucifer been outside for even ten minutes before he'd been swamped?]

[Hmm...]

I would like to know how this world differs from our own. [He wasn't sure how well Sandalphon would be able to compare the two, though... He wasn't sure how familiar Sandalphon even was with their own world, and he only had himself to blame for that.] Perhaps if you've noticed anything strange... Or anything that seems as though it may be important.

[That was all the technical stuff, the "business"-related matters. The next thing he adds, though subtle, is a little different.]

I want to know what you think of this place.

[Really, he just— wanted to hear him talk. He wanted to hear whatever he had to say, about anything, and he wanted to hear it before he lost the chance to.]

[The initial specifics are structured and authoritative, right along the lines of what he would expect from Lucifer. Such demands are easy to meet, but it's the last thing he tacks on that gives Sandalphon a momentary pause—vague and open, inviting Sandalphon to choose the details for provision, though he doesn't see much of a point in that.]

This entire place is unorthodox. There's no magic in the atmosphere, and the city itself doesn't loom in the sky. As strange as it sounds, we're down on the earth.

[That's what happens when one travels to a different world, he supposes.]

There also seems to be a technological gap between Shehui and the Sky Realm. Getting used to it might take a while.

[He's already lost track of how many devices he's run into that he couldn't operate off of intuition alone. What else . . . ? At the end of the day, perhaps only one of these facts remains relevant to them, if that.]

[Sandalphon confirms a few of the things he'd been thinking of and a lot of the things he hadn't had a chance to consider before the... um, situation at the coffee shop. It definitely sounded different, but Lucifer didn't mind it. It wasn't that different from having to learn about and understand their own world, except for that part where they were currently mostly powerless. But Lucifer didn't really have a problem with that, either.]

It seems as though there's little else they would have us do, in the meantime. [They weren't given any specific directions regarding what to do here, so...] Perhaps the intention was to give those like us a moment to adjust.

[Or at least, that seems like the likeliest scenario. Why drag them here if they weren't going to tell them exactly what they needed to do? Then again, if it turned out there wasn't anything specific for them to do... Well, he might not mind that, either.]

It's unusual, but regardless, we should make the most of our time here.

[He can adjust to a foreign city swiftly enough, he thinks. The only thing he won't be able to do that with is Lucifer's presence; even now, he can hardly believe it.

Anyway, this is a poorly thought-out adjustment period, if so. He has words about that, but they're not anything Lucifer needs to hear. They should make the most of their time, so he won't waste it with his grumbling.]

Yes.

[Not that Sandalphon would know where to start in regards to spending such precious time. He wasn't very good at doing that even when they were in the Sky Realm, going from merely existing to rotting away in mind-numbing repetition; however, he can afford to do neither in Shehui.]

Then what do we do now?

[He knows that he volunteered to gather information outside in Lucifer's stead, but he also knows that Lucifer, for all the apparent content with the situation, is used to shouldering a great many responsibilities. Between the two of them, it's obvious which one has more wisdom, experience, and a better idea of what they should be doing.]

[What Lucifer would like to do now is leave and explore, but it's already been established that that should probably be avoided for now. (We'll see how long that lasts.) He thinks this over for a moment, considering their choices, but...]

Unfortunately, our options are limited. [In fact, even saying that was probably a bit generous, but he'll give him what he has.] If I am unable to leave, then perhaps I will make use of the way in which I first contacted you. I will learn what I can from "speaking" with others.

[That was the very least he could do, if he had to be stuck inside all day. It wasn't enough, but for now, it would do. But that left one more question.]

As for you... That's your choice, isn't it?

[It didn't feel like his place to be telling Sandalphon what to do, not anymore.]

[The one time that he asks for instruction, he's told to find the answer on his own. But he shouldn't be frustrated, and he isn't. He knows by now from where Lucifer is coming.]

I'm staying here. It wouldn't feel right to leave after I've said that you're welcome to stay.

[It's not much of a plan; however, one day at a time is better than standing around in a daze.

Here, his chin dips in contemplation. Sandalphon had broadcast his thoughts unwittingly earlier, which brings him to the realization that he doesn't actually know how the mechanism goes. Par for the course, Lucifer seems to have figured it out already, and he wonders if it's much different from the last time he'd heard Lucifer's voice.]

That method of speaking, though . . . I'm not accustomed to it. You might be able to communicate with others, but that might not be so reliable with me.

[He wouldn't have begrudged him if he'd wanted to leave—Sandalphon was not obligated to stay, regardless of what he'd said, and Lucifer understands the need (or even desire) to get things done. But he can't say he's unhappy with his choice, either.]

As you said, there are certain things that may take time to get used to. [He had no doubt that Sandalphon would be able to work it out, sooner or later, whenever he tried. But there was no reason for him to force it, either. Lucifer didn't mind if that was one of his few responsibilities here, so it was okay if he couldn't do it. And anyway...] But it's alright. As long as you can hear me, for now, that's enough.

[Just in case he needed him ~~to bring him coffee~~, or just wanted to reach him. It was nice that even if their own powers were now limited, they would still be able to contact each other easily. Such a convenience... He would have to be careful not to overdo it.]

[Please, he'll bring coffee without being asked.

Good enough for Lucifer, but Sandalphon wonders how long it'll take for him to catch up. Even back in the Sky Realm, handling the supreme primarch's power had been something of an ordeal that had ended in their lying dormant. It's a given that he'll always be behind Lucifer.

He also wonders what he might end up sharing without realizing.]

I'll learn it quickly. I have more time than I know what to do with on my hands, anyway.

[He smiles a little at what he says.]

That's certainly true. [...] Having this much freedom is strange.

[He isn't entirely sure if it's something Sandalphon can relate to, but that was how he felt, at the very least. It wasn't a bad thing, either, just... strange. They had to make their own decisions now, whether they liked it or not.

But maybe it will be good for Sandalphon, too. A short reprieve from the responsibilities that Lucifer had forced onto him on such short notice, responsibilities he'd hoped he'd never have to deal with at all.]

[Sandalphon lets out a mirthful huff. Freedom: trust Lucifer to give it a tasteful name. Back then, he'd called it, "merely existing." He supposes it's not a bad thing; in fact, Lucifer has more than earned the so-called privilege.]

You'll get used to it after a while.

[Although, he adds in his thoughts, maybe not completely. Archangels are simply not built to enjoy this level of freedom. But if anyone can adapt, it's Lucifer, who'd decided to discard the role of the overseer before his passing.

As for himself, going back and forth between having a purpose and being sidelined is a tad overwhelming. He'll just have to cope with it.]

[The "joke" doesn't completely go over his head, if only because the words are slightly different from the way he'd spoken before. It's almost like there's a sort of bitterness attached that wasn't there just a moment ago. It's just enough for even him to notice something off.

But...]

Indeed. [It's all he can really say without knowing the true scope of Sandalphon's words and thoughts. It's all he could do even if the words don't sit right with him.] I'm certain we will manage.

[Not just in relation to their sudden freedom, but also in general. The situation was strange, but they would find their way. ...or, at least, as best as they could, given there were very few guidelines for primals in situations like this.]

[At the very least, he has no doubt about that as he reclaims his seat. They're not going anywhere, so he might as well sit down again. Then, after a moment or two of staring at the cups remaining on the coffee table, he scoops one up and takes a sip.]

You're right. It does taste like mint.

[Except it's fairly cold now, so the flavor must have lost its potency from when Lucifer had tasted it. A pity.]

[...maybe he was overthinking it. But it's hard to forget the words, somehow, even as Sandalphon moves on to a different subject.

Although a part of him can't help but feel warm, too, that he is acknowledging what had been a complicated moment earlier in the conversation. Maybe things were complicated for him, and between them, but...]

Doesn't it? But it must be cold by now.

[His own drink, still unfinished, certainly was, at least. He doesn't say it, for fear of pushing Sandalphon too much, but next time, they'll definitely try it together, he thinks.]

[It's already a challenge to drink one cup before the coffee starts to get cold. They dropped the ball there, but the other two were inevitably going to lose their heat before proper consumption. So, all in all, Sandalphon doesn't mind the loss much.]

That's my fault. [The tone he uses is almost flippant, meant to wave away the fact that the coffee is indeed cold.] If we're right to assume that we'll be here for some time, we'll have plenty of chances to drink it hot.

But if memory serves right, they served cold coffee, too. What do you think about that?

[What freaks drink coffee cold on purpose—]

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