[[and It Begins With A Deadpan Joke XD]] - Tumblr Posts

@truearchangel asked:

"What do you call a chicken in the 1960’s? A funky chicken."

What was this now? He's hardly gotten back on good terms with the Archangel and here he was attempting to send a joke in Lucifer's direction. The Devil hardly wants to pay it much mind but something pulls at his attention despite himself.

He wants to remain smug. He wants to caste an unphazed front outward but the old familiarity is there, and for a fraction of a second...it feels... like home.

Approached any other way, something less indirect perhaps, he might have blown it off entirely but this feeling from what would be the closest to an angel's childhood and formulative years overtakes him. A small smirk forms and slowly begins to spread. He turns towards Michael, with that shared look only twins can harbor, the one that says, without words that there's a shared secret between them.

In those days, long since gone and never spoken of these days, they joked together alot and often, granted the jokes mostly came from Samael but it was those rare occassions in which Michael actually displayed some semblance of a sense of humor that always cracked Samael. The bad jokes were the best!

Not wanting to be out done presently, as he was a dad and this supposed joke his brother had just told sounded close enough to what folks deem as dad jokes, Lu allows a quick slip up of his demeanor and joins in, for old times sake.

"Oh, look who's here, great timing brother o' mine. It just so happens that I uh... got a new goose recently." A wave of his cane and a bolt of crimson lightning strikes down before him, red clouds accompanied by shimmering gold dust poof into existance then dissapate to reveal a fine specimen of a healthy, happy goose, it waggles it's tail feathers and begins glancing around curiously. "You can have a gander if you're interested but I don't recommend petting him, you may feel a little down~"