[He. He has actually brought skates. Not to play hockey, of course, but to rescue Michael in case he ended up in trouble, for as certainly as Lucifer will never be persuaded of the failings of fishnets, Michael's charming personality will inevitably get him in deadly trouble.]
Y-yes, Michael.
...Yes, I did.
[There is some fussing with an old backpack: hot coffee, delicately wrapped omelets, cute strawberry cakes and finally bladed shoes. His hands are shaking, but that's most likely the cold weather, isn't it? Taking a deep, calming breath, he starts lacing the skates up. ]
oh well...
[He. He has actually brought skates. Not to play hockey, of course, but to rescue Michael in case he ended up in trouble, for as certainly as Lucifer will never be persuaded of the failings of fishnets, Michael's charming personality will inevitably get him in deadly trouble.]
Y-yes, Michael.
...Yes, I did.
[There is some fussing with an old backpack: hot coffee, delicately wrapped omelets, cute strawberry cakes and finally bladed shoes. His hands are shaking, but that's most likely the cold weather, isn't it? Taking a deep, calming breath, he starts lacing the skates up. ]