[did the movie fucking record scratch on that one, buddy
Rue whips around, furious, their stare unblinking, eyes big enough that there's no missing Lucifer's own reflection reflected back on him. And when they speak, it is just a touch too controlled, quiet and calm with an underlying warning.]
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Rue whips around, furious, their stare unblinking, eyes big enough that there's no missing Lucifer's own reflection reflected back on him. And when they speak, it is just a touch too controlled, quiet and calm with an underlying warning.]
Did you just call my sons losers?