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[Lucifer holds up one of the little tea cups, examining it and its paint job critically. He has more paint on his hands and arms than the entire tea set has combined.]

I still can't tell if this is supposed to be a turtle or a... what, an elephant? Is that a trunk?

[The world may never know. He sets it down carefully with the other items.]

Now what, Kisuke? Wait for him to find them?

[At least Lucifer has warmed up a bit through this little activity.]

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[...Oh.

Yep, that's a snort.]

_{[Still slightly hunching over it, though not as much as previously after hearing that.]}

Oh, but those are still fun to read! Or drink to.

If I did that with Xerxes I'd have to do all the voices.

[THAT DOES NOT APPEAL TO HIM.

Besides that, neither he nor Break can get drunk.]

Anyway, I can make up something better than this. Listen at this:

Her embrace made his manhood swell like week-old roadkill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun.

Jyuushirou, could you get into that?

...Oh heavens, I think he needs a doctor more than...other activities.

_{[.....Peeking at the book now.]}

Maybe if I saved it for someone I didn't like...

Like who?

[Give him the book, they can paint it into wrapping paper!]

[Also curious for this answer.]

_{[He needs to think about this for a bit before he hands it back over to Lucifer.]}

I suppose Aizen-san would just burn it without looking at it first...

You know, I've heard so much about this Aizen it's almost a shame I don't know what he looks like.

[He gives Urahara an innocent sort of smile]

But we could always burn him in effigy.

[Ukitake tenses up somewhat at the mention of Aizen. He has his own problems with the man, of course, but none are nearly as personal as Urahara's history with him. He remains quiet and glances over at Urahara, ready to offer a distraction or explanation if need be.]

Glasses and messy hair, or no glasses and hair that's been slicked back, depending on when he is brought from. And wishes to think himself as God.

_{[He gives the description easily, and not without a reason behind it. There's a fifty-fifty chance that Lucifer will like him when he actually does arrive, but hey.]}

Ah, but I do rather like fire~

[Not with a God complex, thankfully. Lucifer has to be the alpha dog in the room at all times; he's certain they'd clash.]

Well, you know how strict my upbringing was. I just can't handle blasphemy. Draw us a picture of him. We'll burn him in the fireplace.

Ah, and Jyuushirou, how are you at wrapping?

[...Or the crisis could be averted, much to Ukitake's relief.]

I'm decent enough, I think.

_{[Dude, give him some credit, Ukitake~ It's not like he hates Aizen. He just doesn't like him too much.

Which is why he's handing the wrapping paper over and settling down to draw Aizen, tongue caught between his teeth as he does so.]}

Here~!

_{[They are not very flattering pictures.]}

Does he always walk like a gorilla?

[Lucifer gives Urahara a sidelong smirk, and then walks over to start the fire.]

[Unohana looks up from her own tea cup, which has a set of perfectly painted cheery blossoms on it. Her face, hands and uniform are pristine.

She smiles wrily at the pictures.]

No, he usually does not, Lucifer-san. But then again, he knows how to look extremely charming when he wants to.

... How long do we have to wait for these to dry?

[He focuses his attention on Unohana. Her question is more pleasant conversation than making fun of Aizen, even if some less-than-flattering thoughts had gone through his mind about the other man before.]

I can't imagine it would be too long. Maybe if we enlisted the help of Urahara-san's fan...

[Have a smirk, Urahara. And put that wretched thing to good use.]

Kisuke needs to burn away the bad juju, I'll dry it.

[Lucifer has been remarkably helpful and hands on this whole time. It had taken him a while to decide he wanted to accept the invitation, but now that he has he's been nothing but courteous.

Besides, it's nice to be able to use his 'talents' for tiny things. Like drying the air around the cup so the paint dries in a matter of seconds. He tilts his head, examining the decoration, and clucks his tongue.]

I think we have a winner, Retsu.

_{[He does put the fan to use, tapping Ukitake lightly on the top of his head as he passes by him to toss the pieces of paper into the fire, watching as they burn. It's almost like a physical representation of the fire burning inside of him, but he doesn't let it bother him, doesn't even stay for too long. Only long enough to fan the fire with a grin.]}

Away, bad juju, away with you~

[Unohana would roll her eyes at the other two shinigami's antics, but a) she doesn't roll her eyes, ever, and b) she's used to them. So she just smiles indulgently, and turns to Lucifer-san to accept the compliment.]

Why, thank you, Lucifer-san. But for a gift, the intentions of the person giving are more important than the perfection of the gift itself, you know that.

[Or maybe not. In which case, well, she's telling you now.]

Easy for you to say. When we have guests he'll be pulling out your handiwork to show off.

[Convincing an angel that perfection isn't key isn't just tricky, it's the work of a lifetime.]

The pieces are all dry; you guys start wrapping, I'll go get him up.

[Well...Unohana's cup is really pretty.]

Hm, all right. Urahara-san, where is this paper you spoke of?

Ah! [He reaches into his haori, judging the paint on his hands to be dry enough before pulling out a piece of slightly crumpled and faded, but carefully folded wrapping paper.] Here~♥!

[Upstairs, Lucifer bends over the bed and shakes Break's shoulder.]

It's time for tea~

Penguin.

[Starting, yanking upright, ASJASDOA-]

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