BRACING FOR IMPACT, inevitable speculation that leaves more questions than answers. disquietude has taken permanent residence in the marrow of his bones.
‘ my, my, detective. i’d more than happy to let you cuff me up in the bedroom & give me a proper interrogation if that’s how you like it. i’m curious
–––––why am i tasked with nannying the child instead of pulling strings in the department to benefit detective douche ? ’
‘ LUCIFER. ’ sharp, admonishing, with a whetted edge that’s one part amusement & two parts exasperation. isn’t there a pop psychology term for this thing he does ? displacement ? head tilted, she levels her gaze ❪ upward angle, as per usual ❫ as both arms lift to fold across her torso.
‘ –––––– right. & uh, by pulling strings, should i assume you’re talking about a cocktail of mind games & manipulation ? mm, yeah — no, somehow i don’t think that’ll help his case. thank you, though. ’