Light. As he shakes her hand, he tilts his head at her follow up.
“What the fuck is a ‘Hiroshi’?”
Honestly, he can’t keep up with all these Japanese names.
“Is it your dog? Your vibrator??? No animals allowed. Sex toys are fine, though, so long as you don’t shlick it on the job.”
Unless if I ask.
❛He is none of those things.❜ Twitching slightly, as the raven made her way to the other side of her room, lifting up a life size doll, as she brought it back to Lucifer. ❛This is Hiroshi! He has been there, since I became this way, so he HAS to come.❜
❛No matter what, Hiroshi will mean more to me than anyone, including you…❜
