[ Chloe snorts a laugh, putting her hand over her mouth as she watches the dog shower him with attention. ]
That means he likes you. [ She reaches out, grasping the dog's shoulders and pushed it down to try to get it to settle in Lucifer's lap. ] The relationships that people have with pets are special and I thought this might help with your... learning to be human thing you've had going.
[ How confused he seems is ridiculously endearing, and Chloe would be lying if she wasn't a little impressed with herself for being the one to get him all flustered for once. ]
[ That catches her completely off guard. Regardless of the history they had at home (him only knowing her a few months at that point, her having already had one failed relationship attempt with him down), they have only properly been together a couple months. Of course, Chloe practically lives with him anyway, if she has to be honest; all her personal possessions remain at her place, but barring an occasional need for personal space, it's remained largely unused since the first night they spent together.
Still, she shifts away slightly. ]
You want me to move in with you? [ Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't think he truly understands what he's just asked her. ]
[ She glances down at the puppy, taking a deep breath and wondering if maybe this hadn't been the best idea. She did think the dog was something that would bring them closer together, but hearing this from Lucifer was so unexpected she still wasn't sure he actually understood what he was saying. Granted this wasn't home; it wasn't as if Chloe had Trixie's needs to worry about, and Wonderland wasn't exactly a stable environment regardless of what room anyone happened to be in. There were so many reasons as to why where she chose to sleep at night shouldn't particularly matter here.
And yet it did matter. It mattered an awful lot. ]
Lucifer... [ Chloe readjusted herself, taking Lucifer's hand in hers and tilting her head to look up at him. ] On the human relationship scale, moving in together is, uh... Kind of a massive. I think maybe it's something you want to think about.
backdated | that's what i wanted: to walk in such a place with you
she and caroline, along with others, are having one of their girls nights. since they often work at damon's bar, they've decided to go somewhere else for the infamous occasion. she breaks away from the group to make her way over to lucifer, leaning only slightly against the elegant case. )
[He seems genuinely confused about this, on multiple levels.]
I mean, you're here nearly every night already. You already have your own toothbrush in the bathroom. I fail to see how this would be such a drastic change. I mean, the bloody puppy is more earth-shaking if you ask me.
I think this is one of those nuances of human relationships that you're never going to totally get.
[ She presses her lips into a line, her gaze alternating between him and the puppy. Really, what did she have to lose? Like he said, they already lived together for all intents and purposes. Their decorating schemes weren't exactly similar, but Chloe wasn't exactly taking advantage of that with her hotel suite, anyway. Worst case scenario is they get on each other's nerves and she moves back out. Best case scenario...
Well, they'd still get on each other's nerves, either way. ]
Okay, you know what? Sure. I'll move in with you. I mean, for the puppy's sake.
[His fingers keep moving effortlessly across the keys even as he looks up to grin at her, a spark in his eye that's even more pronounced than it usually tends to be.]
A song for the lady it is. I might even be willing to take requests.
[He seems pleased that she's agreed at least, not to mention relieved. That might change down the line, once she really makes her mark on the place, but he wants her close.
He's not great at compromise, but surely if anyone can make him do it...]
[ They are going to bicker constantly, aren't they? ]
I guess not. [ Chloe moves closer to him, leaning over so she can give him a soft kiss on the lips. Sealing the deal and all that. ] You have to name him.
( elena lowers herself down to the piano bench beside him, admiring the way his hands move. she doesn't have a musically inclined bone in her body, but she can appreciate it all the same. ) How about one of your favorites? I'd like to hear it.
elena's elbow rests on the outer case of the piano, safely away from its keys. she lets her chin drop into her hand, and she listens to him play with a quiet and contented sort of calm. his hands are graceful, and so is the music that comes as a result. )
I'd give you a compliment, but I'm not sure your ego needs it.
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