[ Belial wonders which version of Lucilius he'd end up with if they jumped through another dimensional rift. Perhaps an even younger Lucilius? Before he'd created any of the primal beasts, or before the Astrals had arrived in the Sky Realm?
(The uncertainty is thrilling, but he's not sure if he'd want Lucilius to forget their time together, as fun as it would be to be remind him of all those memories with a redo.)
With his arms full like this (and getting fuller), Belial can't get at his device to check just how much chroma he has, but he doesn't doubt that it's enough for this paltry collection of vegetation. But Lucilius doesn't need to know that, and Belial's not above using the situation to his benefit. ]
I might be a little short. [ Which is all the warning that Lucilius gets before Belial is leaning over to press an uncharacteristically chaste kiss to his cheek. It's unusually soft for a creature like him, but he's smart enough to know what he can get away with in public before Lucilius will land a punch through his stomach.
Satisfied, he straightens up before sauntering over to the checkout. ]
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(The uncertainty is thrilling, but he's not sure if he'd want Lucilius to forget their time together, as fun as it would be to be remind him of all those memories with a redo.)
With his arms full like this (and getting fuller), Belial can't get at his device to check just how much chroma he has, but he doesn't doubt that it's enough for this paltry collection of vegetation. But Lucilius doesn't need to know that, and Belial's not above using the situation to his benefit. ]
I might be a little short. [ Which is all the warning that Lucilius gets before Belial is leaning over to press an uncharacteristically chaste kiss to his cheek. It's unusually soft for a creature like him, but he's smart enough to know what he can get away with in public before Lucilius will land a punch through his stomach.
Satisfied, he straightens up before sauntering over to the checkout. ]
That should do it. For now.