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A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION


YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.

How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!

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Lucifer ꒰ა Hazbin Hotel ໒꒱

[thisducks]

Ever do something you're still not convinced was worth it in the end?

[gotthelegs]

Just all the fucking time.

What's eating you?

[thisducks]

There's that time between 4am and sunrise when everything's the quietest and I get stuck in the past.

What about you? One thing or lots of little things?

[gotthelegs]

[Isn't that familiar.]

Little things.

You want a drink?

[thisducks]

What's worse - death by the guillotine of one huge problem or the death of a million paper cuts?

[ That dry smirk suggests neither option is great. ]

Yeah, sure, why not? What's your specialty?

[gotthelegs]

Heh. Probably be easier if either one actually killed you.

[He waves a vague gesture at the bar currently lacking its bartender. Husk has the good sense to be asleep, unlike apparently the two of them.]

Your choice. I'm easy.

[It's a halfhearted innuendo, but the quick wink that follows says he knows it was one as he flops onto a bar stool.]

[thisducks]

[ He realizes he's been here too long already when he's used to Angel's innuendos and it only brings on a smirk that's more real, more amused. ]

Somewhere back there Husk has a bottle of Drambuie for me. Give me a finger of that.

[ Might even be a liquor Angel recognizes from when he was alive. ]

[gotthelegs]

[That was the intended effect.]

Drambuie, huh.

[If he infers anything about Lucifer from that choice of drink, he decides to keep it to himself. It takes him a minute to find where it's stashed, then exclaims an "Aha!" before setting the bottle on the counter and grabbing two glasses for them.]