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[morningstud]

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"You've reached Lucifer Morningstar. I am unable to take your call at the moment, please leave a message."

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[bearattack]

Fine with me.

[Her eyes stray towards one, but flick away just as quickly.]

There aren't actually a lot, for me. Just the obvious ones.

[morningstud]

Well! Shall we be off, then?

[Preferably without having to discuss dream guides at length.]

[bearattack]

[Oh, mocking related to the purse dog is coming up later, Lucifer; count on that.]

So I was thinking--

[She says, once they reach the gate.]

We could skip the survival packs. Less stuff to carry, more of a challenge - what do you say? It's not like first aid kits made for humans are gonna be that useful for us.

[morningstud]

[Shit. Here he was hoping that was forgotten.]

Certainly. I've never found them all that useful here.

[Though he's never made a habit of exploring too often.]

[bearattack]

Cool. I'll go scope out the car situation. You go stuff your hand down a two-headed dog's throat and get the key.

[And with that, she heads off into the parking lot. Hope you don't have a problem with this arrangement, Lucifer.]