She’s always going to call it a superpower. It’s wayyyyyy easier than… whatever that word was he just used.
Still.
“I’d feel weird about it,” she continues, still mellow, and pretty oblivious to any offense she may cause, frankly. “Lucifer - he’s good at the piano. Really good. And he sings. If I could, what, touch him? And be as good as him at music? I’m not sure that’d really feel like me, you know? That’s his thing, not mine. He taught himself, he loves music. It’s part of what makes him… him. And there are things I’m good at that he’s not, and it’s probably a good thing that we have those different skills.”
She shrugs expansively. “I did steal his mojo once, though. Kind of. On accident. It was… interesting!”
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She’s always going to call it a superpower. It’s wayyyyyy easier than… whatever that word was he just used.
Still.
“I’d feel weird about it,” she continues, still mellow, and pretty oblivious to any offense she may cause, frankly. “Lucifer - he’s good at the piano. Really good. And he sings. If I could, what, touch him? And be as good as him at music? I’m not sure that’d really feel like me, you know? That’s his thing, not mine. He taught himself, he loves music. It’s part of what makes him… him. And there are things I’m good at that he’s not, and it’s probably a good thing that we have those different skills.”
She shrugs expansively. “I did steal his mojo once, though. Kind of. On accident. It was… interesting!”