[Oh, thank the goddess she didn't kill the devil by kicking him clean across the room. Manuela presses a hand to her hard-beating heart in relief.
As Lucifer comes to alight on her shoulder, she tucks into herself, bowing her head in contrition. She was just startled, promise! One finger comes up to scratch the short feathers at the nape of his birdie neck.]
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As Lucifer comes to alight on her shoulder, she tucks into herself, bowing her head in contrition. She was just startled, promise! One finger comes up to scratch the short feathers at the nape of his birdie neck.]