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[shifting]

Who: A shifter, a lawyer, and Satan (the fun one)
When: Night
Where: Sam & Edgeworth's apartment
Summary: Sam and Edgeworth have a guest over for dinner
Warnings: TBA
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[it's quite the domestic scene, Sam in the kitchen turning steaks on a griddle and Gizmo at his feet (hoping for a fallen scrap). Plates and glasses are already set out on their small table, as is a bowl of ceasar salad and some honey-glazed biscuits.

The salad is healthy at least.]

Don't know what time he'll be here. Should be soon I guess. [he glances over his shoulder at Edgeworth, grinning cheekily] You decided which Star Wars movie we're gonna watch tonight?

Comments

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth nods, then sneaks a look over at Sam before glancing away.]

This guest in question...Does he care for dogs?

[shifting]

Oh yeah, Luke loves 'em. Pretty sure he loves all animals. He's even asked about wantin' to meet Gizmo.

[ergomaniac]

And he won't mind that she's a bit badly behaved?

[He raises an eyebrow at Gizmo...and then bends over and stretches out his hand. She trots over, and he scratches her soundly behind the ears.]

[shifting]

She's a good dog. [smiling at them both as he shuts off the griddle] He's not gonna judge.

Plus it'd be like hatin' a teddy bear - no way to do it without lookin' silly.

[ergomaniac]

[That last comment gets a small, warm smile, directed first down at Gizmo and then up at Sam.]

How did you meet this fellow, anyway?

[shifting]

...Over the Network. Can't remember the conversation that started it. But he's come over to the bar once or twice since then. Made him hoecakes one mornin'. [he attends to the steaks - no worry about giving away facial cues when you're turned away]

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth clears his throat.]

What-cakes?

[shifting]

Hoecakes. I haven't made those for you yet?

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer is abruptly there in the kitchen, just watching them.]

UGH I SMELL okay this time for real

[ergomaniac]

You haven't, no.

[He frowns - not in displeasure, per se, but in thought. Sam's not exactly a morning person. He can't be, owing to his job. What circumstance would have caused him to make this man breakfast? There are a few possibilities which...give Edgeworth pause, that's perhaps a neutral way of putting it. But surely those aren't the case. No...Most likely the two of them were simply stuck at the bar, it got onto the early morning hours, and therefore he made them in the morning rather than late at night.

Right.

He forces away his suspicions and turns his eyes away from that spot on Sam's back where they'd been fixed.]

You'll have to - Ah!

[As he turns his gaze away, it lands on - someone else. Edgeworth goes a bit pale and takes a step back and is suddenly very keenly aware of where the nearest defensive objects are and precisely where he would need to stand in order to throw up a wall to protect him and Sam both - but he stays his hand, aware of the strong possibility that this is their guest.]

[shifting]

[Sam looks quickly -

- and then lets the tension out of his shoulders, turning completely with a sigh. What is so wrong with doors.]] Should've warned you he likes to do that.

[but, with a smile he gestures between the two men.]

Edgeworth, this is Lucifer. Lucifer, Edgeworth.

[thelightbringer]

You forgot someone. [Giving Sam a conspiratorial smile, then nodding at the dog.

Yes, he likes dogs. He likes animals in general as long as they aren't bipedal and mostly bald, although he has a few exceptions for his dislike if you judge by the easy way he moves near and around Sam.]

What are we having?

[ergomaniac]

[Edgeworth frowns and doesn't quite relax all the way. That entrance was quite charmless, to his way of thinking - all the more, that this man didn't apologize for it. Moreover, the fact of his name doesn't really set Edgeworth at ease. Miles is, of course, a lifelong atheist, so his reaction is not to whatever disrespect Lucifer might be showing, or whatever claims the man might be making - it's simply that someone who takes the name of a being who defied authority is...more likely to defy authority.

But he's being polite towards Gizmo, which does endear him a little bit. And he's Sam's friend and Sam's guest, so Edgeworth certainly isn't going to be impolite.]

That is Gizmo. As a note - do, please, endeavor to enter...normally, if you would. At least in this household.

[There. Polite enough. Certainly not the What the hell is wrong with you that had been halfway to his lips.]

[shifting]

[Gizmo, for her part, seems Very Unsure about this new arrival, and clearly just as startled by the appearance as Edgeworth was. She will watch this newcomer warily and take a wary sniff at the first opportune moment.

Sam rubs at his neck, gestures at the table] Salad an' honey biscuits and steaks. Reminds me, I need to get those onto a plate -

[he beelines around them both to do just that.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer ignores Gizmo, allowing her to make up her own mind about him. He would rather watch Edgeworth while Sam works.]

You've been here a while, haven't you? Long enough to not be bothered by strange abilities, right?

[ergomaniac]

[His manner is decidedly cool when he responds.]

I was present for a year and a half before I returned home for an extended period of time. I came back here once more in early January. So yes, I've had a great deal of time to become accustomed to them.

[He gradually becomes aware of that coolness and tries to force his tone into something more neutral.]

Would I be incorrect in presuming that they are native to your home world, Mr. Lucifer?

[shifting]

[Sam's rather glad he's not a dog right now - his tail would be tucked halfway up his belly with nerves. But he says nothing, just plops four medium-rare steaks on a plate and takes them to the table, wondering if he should have bought more alcohol. He does have a red wine...]

[thelightbringer]

Mmm. Yes and no.

[Lucifer gets glasses down for Sam; he remembers that much from breakfast. Never mind that Edgeworth had already set the table earlier.]

My brothers all have powers like I do. So does our Father. Humans? Not often.

[ergomaniac]

[A slight coil of defensiveness rises when he sees how easily the man crosses to their cabinet to fetch their glassware. It's a strange emotion, and an unkind one. He tries to shove it away. "Lucifer" is trying to be helpful, like a good guest.]

Glasses have already been set out, though thank you.

[Edgeworth lifts his chin.]

So you're one of the...sorts who claim to be inhuman, then?

[shifting]

[he's definitely uncorking that wine bottle.]

Miles, in his world, he is Lucifer. The Biblical one. He's an angel. ...And ya'll two can sit down if you like, I'm just gonna fill the glasses and get Gizmo's dinner set.

[thelightbringer]

[He gives Edgeworth a smile and mock salute.]

I'll get the glasses, Sam, you feed the dog. No reason to have you running around doing all the work.

[This is how he plays nice.]

[ergomaniac]

[Like hell he is is what Edgeworth does not say, because this evident madman is a guest in their home, and he is relatively certain that scoffing at a madman's madness is probably bad host etiquette. So he is a fictional character is also out of the question. A slightly strangled...]

How nice.

[...Is perfectly adequate. He hopes.

What is not adequate, however, is said fallen angel, lord of darkness, the Morning Star corrupted by et cetera, acting as though this were the home that he shared with Sam, rather than the home that Edgeworth shared with Sam. Perhaps Miles does feel a hint of territoriality, a bit of possessiveness, but that's perfectly acceptable as well. Isn't it?]

But please, Mr...Lucifer. Sit down. You're the guest here.

[And that's good wording, because it's not his first choice: This is my house.]

[shifting]

Well we are the ones playin' host to you. [an easy agreement with Edgeworth, only marred by the knot of tension between his shoulders. He hesitates a moment, then goes to get a can of wet dog food. Either Edgeworth will take over pouring the wine or Lucifer will swoop in and do it - either way, it's probably better he's not between them when it happens.

At least Gizmo finally found the courage to check Lucifer out. The cautious pomeranian sniffs his pant leg before the sound of the can opener distracts her]

[thelightbringer]

[He laughs lightly, and fills the glasses anyway. With a touch, he also makes the wine glass full again.]

Just Lucifer. And I understand that you're skeptical; most people are. I'm surprised Sam wasn't more than he was.

[ergomaniac]

[And Edgeworth pushes the glass away from his hand. He's now glaring openly.]

First, I'm not claiming skepticism, and second, again, you're the guest, so please stop helping.