“… Shot?”
The small angel blinked. His brows furrowing in concern. Nimble hands extended to hold yours to check if there were any casualties left, still.
He slightly fluttered up to match your eye.
“I have been well, upstairs.”
He laughed sheepishly.
“Some diplomacy work to do.”
@goeticmarquis.bsky.social"Ah, Lucifer. It's been too long since our last meeting. I've been...well, shot since we last spoke. But since that little incident I've been alright. How have you been doing?"