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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

Comments

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

They're too fat to cartwheel.

[thelightbringer]

Why are your rats fat?

[When Break is so scrawny.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Because they're imaginary, twerp.

[thelightbringer]

[The sudsy water inexplicably lurches up and all over Break.]

You feed them all your imaginary food? You're such a martyr.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He bursts into laughter, flicking soap suds at him.]

If you dry me, I'll tell you what's in the oven.

[thelightbringer]

[He walks over and places a hand on Break's chest; the water flows back into the sink, almost in reverse.]

Is it something Gabriel would want?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Sort of.

[Opening it up, and the room is hit by a wave of sweet peanut scent.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer smiles and drapes an arm on Break's shoulder, leaning slightly against him.]

Cookies?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Shoo. I need potmits, or they'll burn.

[Finding a set, to get the cookie sheet out.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer doesn't shoo far. He hovers, watching, stealing one extremely hot cookie once it's out of the oven. Burns don't hurt and they just heal up as they're formed, so it's worth it.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

-Lucifer!

[Chiding]

[thelightbringer]

[Smirking at him, chilling half the cookie and offering it]

Satisfied?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Your poor mouth.

[thelightbringer]

Shh, it's fine. Trust me. Would I lie to you~?

[That first cookie really didn't last long.]

Your timing never disappoints, Xerxes.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I know.

[After everything, after Rhode, he needed it.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer, no surprise here, isn't great at genuine gratitude. He rarely has cause to feel it. But he gives Break a very small smile and takes another cookie; this one he cools off first, lightly blowing on it, his breath icy.]

Alphonse is worried about you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Why?

[Curious.]

[thelightbringer]

Your lungs.

[He watches Break closely, still nibbling on the cookie.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

He switched bodies with me.

It's disconcerting to feel, even just at this stage.

[thelightbringer]

I know.

I switched a few times, too. It wasn't like sliding into a vessel, though, it....

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Is the event still going?

[thelightbringer]

If it is, I haven't noticed it.

How many times did you swap around?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Oh dear- Al, Gabriel, Urahara, Raphael-

[thelightbringer]

Raphael?

[Looking at him abruptly.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Ow.

[Is his mild observation.]