❝—-…❞ ( To be quite honest, he’s lost for what to say — as the topic of Lucifer and his Father seemed to be a rather touchy one at that; and the beast would rather not poke around where he was not wanted. Especially is Luce was the bear to receive said poking. ) ❝ If you were heartless then you would not of —….nevermind.. ❞ ( He’s just going to keep quiet instead of speaking out of turn, and turn to focus crimson orbs anywhere else other than Lucifer’s face. )
❝—- would not have what?❞
by the look on his face it can be deciphered that — .. it would be far more beneficial to the both of them should Oscar finish his sentence. There was nothing particularly aggressive .. obvious on his facial features. Lucifer just did not abide being toyed with, even if it were unintentional.
❝ ….Are you not? Could not God himself ….—- ❞ ( Ouch. Well, that teaches him for allowing himself to care about someone else — stupid boy. There’s a bitter taste forming on the wendigo’s tongue, as lips contort into that of a frown — and flaxen brows knit together due to frustration. ) ❝ So I am not allowed to be concerned? Do you really see me as such a heartless beast? ❞ ( Great, now he’s scowling. )
❝ No, he’s far too absorbed in shitting on Earth and blaming all the child deaths, terminal illnesses and genocides on me to actually finish me off. ❞ There is drowsiness in his voice. Whether it be from the alcohol or — .. something else, it is unknown. ❝ I don’t believe you are a heartless beast, Ozzie. I believe that I am. That is why I have trouble believing any can have concern for me. ❞
“God, no. He’d give me chlamydia.
Along with every other STD.”
❝Aw, don’t look so sad. It’s pointless, really. My charred heart is incapable of sympathy. ❞
( He’ll take Lucifer tugging his hand away, as a cue to move back a few feet — creating a space between them where coldness lingered, and cut at the beasts composed demeanour. ) ❝ ….Your self destructive personality. ❞ ( Sigh. )
❝ .. you say that like I am destructible.❞ He’ll take this momentary lapse in conversation as an advantage - as always, somehow finding his way over to that fucking .. cursed alcohol cabinet.
❝ Why would you worry about me, anyway? It’s not affecting you. ❞