Bored as always.

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Who: Lucifer and OPEN
What: Exploring the carnival and probably annoying strangers.
When: Day 95
Where: Gamer's Circle, and anywhere you want him to bump into you
Warnings: None yet.



After a brief mishap with a malfunctioning Ferris wheel, Lucifer found himself flying away from the contraption and landing by the entrance of the circus. He folded his wings firmly behind his back, checking around him to make sure he wouldn't get into trouble for exiting a ride in what was probably considered an "unsafe way."

Granted, to him, staying on a rickety, broken-down Ferris wheel was far more unsafe than flying away from it before it collapsed.

Being interested in what was going on around him was a bit new to him. What was even worse was the fact he was actually a little overwhelmed by all the sights to be seen. The demon world didn't have anything like this, and angels would have turned up their noses at such mindless...fun. And the human world? Lucifer had gotten to see very little of that.

He wandered around Gamer's Circle, not participating in any of the games himself, but watching others do so and wondering if this was truly supposed to be more entertaining than video games.

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"It's good. It's sweet." Lucifer grinned sheepishly, his lengthened eye teeth making their first real appearance. "Not gonna lie, I thought you were fucking with me when you said it was made of cotton. I thought you were serious about the "cotton" and not the "candy.""

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He chuckled lightly. "That would've been a surprise. It's also called candy floss, if you prefer. But no, I never joke about food."

Ever.

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"Whoever made this stuff had too much fun naming it after shit that isn't edible," Lucifer pointed out, using his fingers to eat it rather than biting it directly. As he relaxed, his wings spread behind him, and his posture changed to reflect that he was no longer quite so suspicious of the little candy-eating ghost snitch. "Thanks."

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Success! Allen relaxed a tad, himself, shoulders slacking, though his gaze lingered on those wings for a beat too long. "No problem. You should try more of the food around here. Caramel apples, funnel cake . . . The chocolate mice are my favorite."

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"Please tell me "chocolate mice" are like cotton candy in that only the edible part is um... edible?" Lucifer had never been one of the demons who liked eating disturbing things. If Allen's chocolate mice were literally just mice drowned in chocolate, he didn't want any. "Caramel apples and funnel cake sound good, though."

More sticky fingers, digging into the cotton candy. Allen's tower was huge comparatively, yet Lucifer's seemed to go on forever.

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"The chocolate mice are completely mice-free, trust me," Allen said, amused. "They're small, mouse-shaped chocolates with licorice tails."

If Lucifer was truly a veteran here at the Carnival, as his wings would suggest, he would have known this. Wouldn't he have at least tried something during his first year here? Either he was a shut-in, or he was new.

Either way, everyone deserved to eat delicious food, and the evening was young. Allen jut his chin down the path to the other shops. "Come on, it's this way."

He ate as they walked, taking out half the top of his mountain in one bite. By the time they got there, Allen was without any fairy floss, and there was no line for the apples and funnel cake. The carnival was between performances, this being their week off, so the only ones milling about were other bored workers. Lucky them.

"You order the funnel cake and candy apples. I'll grab the chocolate mice."

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"Licorice is totes gross, dude. I barely ever eat sweets" liar liar pants on hellfire "but even my limited access to them knows licorice is gross."

He complained as he kept pace with Allen, which was less intimidating than it may have been if Allen was taller. Lucifer sensed a weird, chaotic energy within him, but the kid was genial enough, and without Satan here, Lucifer could...

...He could really do anything he wanted, couldn't he?

Smirking, Lucifer agreed to do as Allen said, and went to the vendors with intent to feast on anything he wanted without Alciel over his shoulder to tell him otherwise.

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It took hardly any time at all for Allen to return, which should have been a surprise: he had so many treats spilling out from his arms, he brought a basket. Dozens of chocolate mice of every type with red licorice tails, a corn dog, two fried bananas on sticks drenched in chocolate, churros, another stick of fairy floss with something dark vaguely visible in the center . . . and strange flat pastries loaded with an endless variety of toppings. Those were countless.

Timcanpy carried the rest, meaning he was already halfway through Allen's corn dog, devouring stick and all.

Allen grinned like he just robbed a bank. "Pick your poison."

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"D-dude, sit down with all that. How could you even afford--" No. NO. He was NOT doing this. "...I ain't walkin' with all this. Sit and... ...Y-you gotta explain to me what like half of this even is."

But it all looked amazing. Except for one thing.

"Oh, and Tim's eatin' your um. Bread. Thing."

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Allen's attention snapped to Tim, and he gasped, betrayed. "TIM!" He struggled with the golem, pulling at the stick and tugging his dumb wings, his basket and freshly spun fairy floss precariously balanced in his one arm. All that precious food could spill to the floor at any moment--!

Finally, he huffed. "Fine. Keep it. Jerk." Then, still preoccupied with glaring at Timcanpy, he said to Lucifer, "There are tables at the Cookhouse. Through Gamer's Circle, North."

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"Here, let me."

Food. That was the only reason he was offering to help, Allen. Don't get any ideas.

"And yeah, I know. Here, give me whatever you're afraid Tim will eat. I'll just meet you over there."

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Allen shoved the entire basket in Lucifer's hands without any thought as to how Lucifer planned to get there before him. His entire disposition switched to that of a soldier with a mission. Food was serious business, and he had to trust his fellow soldier in the fight for good eats.

"See you, then. And YOU--" The second part was directed at the golem as Allen snatched Tim by the tail. "You come with me."

Timcanpy flailed wildly, like a fish at the end of the line.

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"Cool. See you there, then. Make sure Tim doesn't try and follow me, okay?"

He spread his wings, and one flap was enough to lift him into the air. His small size seemed irrelevant now as his wings fully extended. He held their food close, the precious cargo that it was, and was gone without another word.

As he'd implied, he got to the Cookhouse tables before Allen, and set up their food as he waited. Baffled by the spread, he picked a piece off of one of the flat pastries and ate it, making a soft, contented noise as he did so. He wasn't so much of a jerk that he'd eat all the food without Allen, but yeah, that pastry was his now.

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Surprise hits Allen square in the face as he watched Lucifer fly off, a little awed at the sight. Well. Those wings certainly weren't for show, and Lucifer wasn't a veteran. Was he actually some dimension's version of Lucifer?

Wait a minute. He had his food! Allen took off after him, Timcanpy flailing in the wind behind him. He was rather fast on his feet, though, even without Crown Clown's help. He skidded to a halt at their table, panting, snatched up a chocolate mouse, and popped the entire thing in his mouth.

"Hi," he said on exhale, smiling.

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"Yo," Lucifer replied, munching at the pastry and leaning back heavily on his hand. Thoroughly relaxed, his wings extended a bit of a ways behind him, which would have been problematic if there was a lot of foot traffic. Luckily, there didn't seem to be, and so he lounged, feasting on the variety of treats.

"What is this thing, by the way? It's like a doughnut or something but it's even better. And easier to eat."

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"Apparently it's called a beaver tail. And before you ask--no, it doesn't have any beaver in it," Allen answered, before continuing in a mutter, "Probably."

As he spoke, he found his eyes continually drifting to Lucifer's wings, and while it may have been rude, he couldn't take it anymore. "I take it you're new."

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"Why would you say that?"

He was. He was probably one of the carnival's newest residents. But he didn't like being questions on that front. His eyes were calm on Allen, but something flickered in his slitted pupils, a strange glaze that made them flash rainbow rather than black. He ate the last bite of the "beaver tail" and licked the side of his thumb.

"I don't get out much. Unless I have to."

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That flash in Lucifer's eyes gave Allen pause. Did he see what he thought he saw? What was that? It didn't seem dangerous, but it was certainly curious.

So he liked having a mysterious air. Or maybe he was being cautious, keeping his hand close to his chest. Allen could play the game, but unless it was poker, he didn't like to.

"Ah . . ." Allen shook himself of the silence and smiled lightly, scratching his cheek awkwardly. "What's your job, then?"

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"I'm a daredevil," he responded nonchalantly. That wasn't all he was, but it was probably better not to spread the second half of that around. "What about you? Not a cook, I hope. We'd all go hungry."

He says as he eats another beaver tail or whatever the heck it's called. But hey, he never said he was planning on doing anything besides eating all of Allen's food.

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Allen snatched up a beaver tail, too, as if just now realizing that fact. From around the pastry, he said, "No, I'm a clown."

Gulping the beaver tail down faster than any human had any right to, he continued, "That makes us in the same division, doesn't it?"

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"As much as it pains me, yeah, it does."

Clowns were freaky.

"Why the heck are you a clown? Why don't you do like, magic tricks or something. Or amaze people with how fast you can eat for such a tiny human?"

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"No one wants to see that." He rubbed the back of his neck, amused and bewildered at the thought. "And I can't do any magic tricks. Besides, there's nothing wrong with clowns."

EQUAL CLOWN RIGHTS!

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"Sorry man, I think "clown" and I either think of murderous psychopath creepypastas or annoying red noses that go "honk honk." It's not really my first thought when I look at you."

He picked a piece of candy from his beaver tail and popped it into his mouth, breaking it in half against his canine and playing with it with his tongue.

"Then again," he mumbled, his mouth full, "I dunno you that well. You might fit into either or both categories."

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"I don't have a red, honking nose. That's ridiculous." Allen pulled away some of his silken-spun cotton candy and popped it on his tongue. "But what does creepy pasta have to do with anything?"

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"People write haunting, disturbing stories from uncanny valley and beyond and put them online. Where everyone can read them, and get creeped out. People from my world are pretty much torn into two categories. Some people find clowns cute or funny, but most adults find them downright creepy."

Creepy really was the best word for it. Lucifer, for one, was having trouble keeping one particular secret from Satan; Donald MgRonald really did spook him.