Deal with the Devil

Kinder?

Chey would glance over to the door but would stay put. Lucifer would sigh. "Don't make me pick this lock!" Chey would curl her knees closer. "Just go away already! Why do you even care!?" He'd feel his pockets for a sharp item. "First off you're er." She'd glance to the door. "I'm what?!" He'd sigh. "First off I may consider you a friend!" He'd find a paperclip in his pocket and would start to pick at the lock. Chey would tense up. "That's certainly not what you said earlier!" She'd pull a blanket over her head, hiding somewhat. He'd get the door open and would walk in silently standing in front of the couch. She'd bury her face in her knees, nearly letting her emotions get the better of her. Lucifer would grab ghe blanket pulling it off of her. She'd tense up before raising her gaze, wiping it as well. "How did you..?" He'd hold up the paper clip. "I said open the door or I pick the lock." He'd place the clip back in his pocket. She'd tug the blanket from his hand and would hide under it again. He'd sigh. "Yknow the fact that you're not lashing out at him still is intriguing..most females, give or take a few heh, try to get revenge. Do you not want revenge?" She'd sit up pulling the blanket off her head. "N-No..revenge digs two graves..there's no point if you stoop as low as the other.." Lucifer would tilt his head. "Huh...that's a new way of seeing it." He'd sit next to her on the couch. "Well, if you're not going to get revenge what are you going to do?" She'd shrug. "I don't have any work due at the time so I may just watch t.v. or something heh.." he'd chuckle. "Not going to do anything but stay cooped up here huh?" She'd nod a bit wiping her gaze. "Mhm.." he'd eye her for a moment. He was bothered by her condition. The crying, he didn't mind it until now. "Chey, what can I do to help?" She'd be a bit surprised by his sudden gesture. "Er, I'm fine really, don't let me keep you-" "No its cool. I've no work either and still have yet to get a dorm myself so." She'd tilt her head. "Oh well, this couch turns into a cot if you need it for the night.." he'd shrug. "Are you implying I can stay then?" She'd chuckle and stand walking to her room. "Don't push your luck devil boy." She'd close her door. He'd chuckle. "Oh you still have no idea."

She'd walk out a few minutes later having taken off the makeup and put a casual sweatshirt and lounge pants on. "Er, would you like some tea or coffee. I have both." He'd glance over having laid across the couch. "Ehhh coffee sounds good." She'd nod and turn the machine on after setting the mug underneath. "So why are you so infatuated with bugging me today?" He'd chuckle. "I like that choice of words, and it's mainly because you seem an interesting person. You're definitely not outgoing, but can be sassy. You aren't a party type but you like social gatherings with friends. I swear I can't put a pin on your personality." She'd chuckle. "Well I don't know whether to feel honored that I'm unique to you or a bit creeped out that you're so observant." He'd laugh a bit. "And there is the sass." He'd sit up. "So food dish what are you at the academy for." She'd walk over handing him a mug of coffee. "I originally came here for writing but then my attention turned towards art. I still do write in my free time but sometimes a picture really does say a thousand words yknow?" He'd nod. "Yeah, seems reasonable enough." He'd sip his coffee. "Thanks by the way." Wait thanks? Why was he- his thoughts were interrupted by her voice. "Sure thing, least I could do for a, friend?" She'd chuckle. He'd nod a bit. "Friend indeed, don't push your luck." She'd take the mug away from him chuckling. "Okay devil boy you want to play that game." He'd reach for the mug. "Wha- give it back!" He'd chuckle. She'd set it in the coffee table. He'd grab it back and would take a sip. "And now bold. Stop adding more personality traits and let me figure you out." She'd laugh and stand walking to the t.v. "You watch any movies lately? I've a bunch from home." She'd take a small bin from under the stand, setting it on the table. "Lot of films." He'd glance over finishing his coffee. "Hm...don't believe I've seen a movie in awhile. Got anything decent?" She'd look through them. "Heh, other than a bunch of old movies, no." He'd slouch a bit. "Then how about we just talk? I only know so little about you and it'd be nice to know more if we were closer friends?" She'd shrug. "Why are you being kinder?" He'd chuckle. "Lord knows why."