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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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I was thinking: [He picks up a cup, testing its feel and weight. It's so-so.] If we're going to drink coffee, we should have the proper wares.

[They can use the cups and mugs provided by the apartments, of course; however, those are for general purpose and shared by everyone in the suite. What are he and Lucifer going to do when, one day, there's only one cup in the cupboard? That's how he'll justify the possible purchase.

If it so happens to lead to a souvenir for Lucifer's keeping, then that's just how it'll go.]

[It's awfully sudden for him to have decided something like that, he thinks, but he keeps the judgement to himself. Sudden or not, Sandalphon's right—something like that wasn't just important, it was necessary, and now was as good a time for it as any.

He nods.]

That's a good idea. [And, in that case, he'll start looking them over more seriously, too. After all, not just any random one would do.] These are more elaborate than any I've ever used.

[It's not a bad thing, though. Just an observation, about the people here, and about their apparent feelings regarding coffee.]

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[The Singularity owns a number of elegant cups aboard the Grandcypher, but they're nothing like these themed wares. Is that a ceramic snowman in the bottom of a mug? Sandalphon doesn't understand what purpose it serves. He's not touching that one.

To be fair, if he were to have it his way, he probably wouldn't buy any of these. There's too much flair. He can't speak for Lucifer, though.]

Is there anything that catches your eye?

[Lucifer, too, thinks that these things are— entirely unnecessary. Cups without all these cute little decorations had served them just fine all their lives. Even so, there's something sort of quaint about their lack of necessity, the fact that they didn't need to be made this way and yet were, anyway. Humans were emotional creatures, true, but they were also— whimsical.

He tilts a cup upward to get a better look at the design—then another, and then another. Eventually, he lifts one up for Sandalphon to see: at first glance, it's a simple mug with a cute snowman on it, but when tilted at just the right angle, the snow seems to sparkle.]

What do you think of this one?

[The whimsicality of humans confounds Sandalphon, who appraises the mug in Lucifer's grasp. Well, it's not over the top like the others. That's a start, even though they all look the same to him.]

That's as subtle as you can get. [Finding a simple cup would be a challenge at this time.] Do you want it?

[His natural instinct is to say, "It's unnecessary." because, well, it is. But then he remembers why they had stopped here in the first place.

He nods.]

Yes, I think it is entirely suitable for our purposes. [What an answer...] Have you considered one for yourself?

[Suitable is as best as they'll be getting. Sandalphon turns back to the stall's wares. He knows very well how unnecessary all of this is, but they're supposed to be indulging in the festivities.

Tedious.

Sandalphon gives the wares a once-over before picking up a mug with the following text: Every time a bell rings, an angel gets it wings. He huffs. If he's going to do this, he might as well go all-in with the nonsense.]

I'll take this one.

[Lucifer is satisfied with his choice, though it's less because of what it says and more just because— he's getting one, too.

And that's such a silly thing. It didn't matter. They didn't need cups that matched, or to treat this like it was some kind of special event, because all of the conditions that made this scenario what it was didn't have anything to do with them. They didn't celebrate holidays or give each other gifts. But...

Hm. Maybe it couldn't hurt— to pretend, just for now.]

A good choice. I look forward to using them with you.

[He sounds content, and that's because he is. It's not just the mugs that make him happy—it's the whole act, being here together, thinking of these mundane things that they didn't need to be doing together. It feels so spectacularly... normal. And it's nice to be able to experience that with him.]

[Nodding, Sandalphon motions for the merchant's attention, then holds up the mug in his hands and gestures to the one in Lucifer's. He feels ridiculous, but rationalizes that he's not doing anything out of the norm for the celebration.]

We'll take these. I'm paying, of course.

[Credits are exchanged, and the merchant provides a small bag with stuffing as a parting gift. Sandalphon drops his mug into the cushioned bag, then looks up at Lucifer, who appears pleased.]

If that's all here, we can move on.

[Lucifer nods in agreement, stepping away from the stall and looking toward Sandalphon, waiting for him to follow.]

That was generous of you. Thank you, Sandalphon.

[Sandalphon's "reason" (more like excuse) for wanting to pick these up in the first place was so practical, but it still felt— meaningful, somehow. Or maybe it just felt that way to him. Or maybe he just wanted it to feel that way.

Lucifer couldn't say he understood it, completely. Feelings were a complicated thing. But he's happy with this outcome nonetheless.

...well, there was still a bit of a problem, though. Namely, that he had not thought of a way to return the favor, because... well, he didn't think he'd need to.]

[The logical thing to say next would be, "You're welcome." Sandalphon trains his sights on the path ahead as he falls into place beside Lucifer, the words sitting on the tip of his tongue. Yet that would be too easy, too simple.]

What's the point of making credits if we don't spend them?

[He spends them, of course. But he doesn't engage in extracurricular activities. Their biggest expense lies in coffee beans. Sandalphon has more credits than with which he knows what to do, and his inadvertent frugality has become a boon tonight.

He won't ever understand the frivolous, whimsical nature of people; but if Lucifer is pleased and experiencing the celebration firsthand, then that'll do.]

Indeed, yet there's no rule that says they must be spent on me.

[It wasn't something Sandalphon had to do, regardless of how Lucifer had felt about it. Even if he'd openly admitted to wanting something, he would not have expected Sandalphon to do anything about it. Maybe it was a small gesture to him, but to Lucifer, it meant a lot. He could count the number of gifts he'd ever received in his life on one hand. The number of gifts he'd received from Sandalphon was even less.]

I would like to do the same for you as well.

[Whoa, bold—]

[Whoa, no—]

You want to make it an exchange?

[Lucifer's the only one on whom it's worth spending these otherwise useless credits. Besides, he's right here; Sandalphon doesn't need or want anything—except he can't say that, lest he become a hypocrite. This is troubling.

In any case, getting put on the spot is more than a little awkward. Surely, Lucifer could have been more subtle in his approach.]

Well, after all, that's how this holiday is normally celebrated. [As he speaks, it's obvious he remains blissfully unaware of how weird it is to just say something like that. Of course. And he will continue in his ignorance, as he explains:] ...more than that, such gestures are a way of conveying one's feelings.

[Is this the honesty you wanted, Sandalphon, because—]

So, it only seems natural, doesn't it?

[Does he have to say it like that? More importantly, it's still much too foreign, hearing that raw honesty from Lucifer. The sudden straightforwardness makes it hard for Sandalphon to devise a response.

It's almost . . . too good to be true. It's nice. Sandalphon just doesn't know how to respond to it, because he's never had to before. (And last time, Lucifer was in no condition for a two-way conversation.) He supposes that Lucifer makes a reasonable argument. Flustered, he gives in.]

Fine. I'll let you pick the stall.

[In order for Lucifer to convey his feelings.]

[Uwah...✨ Sweet, sweet Sandalphon, allowing him to indulge like this. Though, now that they've established that, he has to actually decide on something, and that's the truly difficult part about all of this. He slows his stride as he considers the booths ahead of them. There are so many things that seem like they'd make cute gifts—so many little ornaments and decorations and other little Christmas-y knickknacks—but what kind of thing would Sandalphon like...?

After a moment, he spots a stall carrying various articles of clothing, and, without a word, breaks off from their path to go and check it out.

There are a lot of winter clothes here, some with (fake) Christmas designs and others without. There are also some clothes designed for warmer weather, too. He considers these thoughtfully. Something like this would also be useful, he thinks.]

[They pass one stall after another, their senses bombarded by the lights and decorations. No matter how far they go, the path seems to go on forever. Sandalphon has no way of predicting when they might turn onto a branching section or which wares will catch Lucifer's eyes, and he almost keeps on walking once the fateful pivot happens.

Clothing. Practical, yet overdone like everything else tonight, and options are a plenty. While Lucifer regards them, Sandalphon watches him.

A strange sight, to be sure.]

Lucifer?

[Lucifer is lost in thought, too busy considering the pros and cons of these potential gifts. He had always imagined it would be difficult to decide on things like this, yet actually getting to experience it is another thing entirely.

At first, it almost seems like he hadn't heard Sandalphon, but after a moment, he holds out a white scarf. It's plain and simple, but looks well-made.]

I think this would suit you. What do you think?

[Lucifer is taking this seriously. There's no reason to interrupt, so Sandalphon allows the silence to fill the space between them, when the scarf is proffered in his direction.]

It looks functional. Simple.

[He likes it when things are simple. But he can probably stand to work on his expression, hardened in concentration.]

[That's all the approval Lucifer needs, really. Of course, he doesn't explain why he's suddenly picking up a second scarf, just like the first one, before reaching for his card to pay for them.

Once the exchange is finished, he turns away from the stall and hands one of the scarves to Sandalphon.]

Here.

[Don't worry, Sandalphon, he's not going to make you wear it—]

[A second scarf? So Lucifer intends to match two for two. That makes this more even, less awkward. Good.

Sandalphon accepts the first scarf meant for him. He holds it dumbly in his hands. He's seen plenty of people wearing scarves, but there must be more to putting it on than swinging it around his neck. Should he just hang it around his shoulders to mirror Lucifer's style? That might be too presumptuous—and improper, obvious.

In the end, he just nods.]

Thank you.

[Lucifer nods, too, but... hm. He finds he doesn't feel entirely satisfied yet. On second thought...

He takes the second scarf and places it around Sandalphon's neck. Without asking him. Without warning.

Much better.✨ He seems pleased with himself.]

Hmm. I see I was right. It does suit you rather well.

[✨✨✨]

[💦💦💦

Sandalphon tenses while Lucifer's deft hands loop the scarf around his neck. The fabric sits snugly, blocking out the chilly night air of Shehui. The fact that it's the second scarf, not the first still lying in his hands, leaves Sandalphon stunned for the initial moment.]

Lucifer! . . . Isn't this yours?

[Does not compute.]

I apologize. I just thought that I wanted to see you wearing it. [✨! Really, he'd say he could just give it back later, but then it's pointless for him to keep holding onto the other one. So Lucifer gestures to the other scarf in his hands.] I suppose I could take this one, then, if that's alright with you.

[It had seemed rude to just take it back from him without saying anything, but since Sandalphon was the reason he'd picked them up in the first place, he'll let him decide what to do.]

[He says it so easily . . .

The scarves look the same. There's no sense in holding onto the duplicate, whether it was meant to be one or the other's. So Sandalphon holds out the scarf in his possession.]

Are going to wear it, too?

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