[ Next to Zhongli as he keeps working, there's the soft tinkling of broken glass, as Lucifer crouches nest to the dustpan, rifling through the contents. He's shed his jacket at some point, and sits with his sleeves rolled up, picking out pieces of broken china.
In a soft shimmer of golden light, the teacup mends itself in his hands. He offers it over to the Archon without comment. ]
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In a soft shimmer of golden light, the teacup mends itself in his hands. He offers it over to the Archon without comment. ]