Hh snowstorm

*Vaggie walks over, wrapping a thick, scratchy blanket around your shoulders.* You look like a drowned rat. Try not to freeze.

you know it's colder upstairs?

*Lucifer pauses on the stairs, glancing back over his shoulder. A small, cold smile touches his lips.* And? Are you offering to share your body heat, kitten?

of course you don't you're literally made out of ice*

so what if I am?

Lucifer: why don't you come sit on my lap? (Lucifer is joking but he is also curious)

Alastor: your DAD?!

Kiki: yeah.

Alastor: then why do you have his number saved as "dad"

it's just a comfortable spot for me to sleep in. it's quiet and I don't get bothered by anyone.

alastor: that's fair…so you don't get bothered by anyone?

*disappears into the snow, only pawprints remaining* *snaps a twig underfoot, voice carried by the wind* …If I die, tell Lucifer his whiskey’s hidden in the third floor drawer. *footsteps fade* ...He’s gonna need it.