[ Well one import is unimpressed. Who the fuck is this bitch. What the fuck is she trying to pull.
So said imPort is getting the fuck in her grill. Fast, like the briefest flickering shadow. Like a blink. And then darkness and blood-colored makeup and a splatter of freckles is right in her face. Skipping the thanks, skipping all pleasantries, the face and body of Laura FUCKING Wilson, but with distinctly inhuman eyes, and distinctly inhuman strength grabbing the lapels of that nice white suit.
She looks for a moment like she's going to tear Lucifer's head right back off. But then the look of rage breaks into something confused, and desperate. When she finally speaks it's croaked out. ]
B: Maurtia Falls
So said imPort is getting the fuck in her grill. Fast, like the briefest flickering shadow. Like a blink. And then darkness and blood-colored makeup and a splatter of freckles is right in her face. Skipping the thanks, skipping all pleasantries, the face and body of Laura FUCKING Wilson, but with distinctly inhuman eyes, and distinctly inhuman strength grabbing the lapels of that nice white suit.
She looks for a moment like she's going to tear Lucifer's head right back off. But then the look of rage breaks into something confused, and desperate. When she finally speaks it's croaked out. ]
. . . Luci?