Lucifer observed the rain for a while, ready to partake now in a full day with the demon. Hell he could even spend the night if he wanted, the nurses would never find him with his shape shifting abilities. Alastor still hesitated, but watched as the little king was lost in thought, also taking sight of the rain and letting its rythmic sound take over the ambiance.
Eventually, Lucifer turned to him, his hat still off. "So...if you're not going to drink then, let me help you in different ways."
Alastor raised a brow at him, not sure what his plans were.
"Very well. And as to your remark earlier about being older and not untainted—look at myself. For a sinner I'm up there in age, lasted countless exterminations now, and of course you know of my past. I've always been—bloodthirsty, for lack of a better word. You have no reason to belittle yourself, that should be my concern~."
Lucifer turned to him with a chuckle, rolling his eyes, creating a nail file and scissors. "You always test me. A little less than usual lately, but you test me regardless."
It was time to preen someone other than himself, he already had perfectly manicured nails that sparkled immaculately. The radio demon on the other hand...Eeesh.
He took Alastor's closest hand, examining his unkempt nails that had dried blood in the cuticles. "Where is this from?"
Probably breakfast.
"Ah, breakfast was on the raw side today, forgive me for not having your perfect little hands."
"Gonna need to have a word with this hospital about cooking their meals fully," Lucifer huffed, noting the call out about his own hands that he obsessively groomed.
"Yeah, yeah. Let me take care of this." He created a small bowl of warm water, adding soap from the adjacent table to it before slipping Alastor's hand in, he blinked with a straight face when realizing he hadn't taken if gloves off yet again, having soaked them.
Alastor gave little snort at him, laughing once more. "You are completely distractable! You've been so intensely staring at me you aren't even aware of yourself or your surroundings!"
Lucifer scowled, pinching his cheek with a wet glove, "Shut up, gosh let up on me I'm doing my best."
Alastor sighed, taking off his gloves with his dry hand, the one with the IV in place as he was careful not to wet his hands, knowing he'd never hear the end of it from Lucifer if he did.
"Better leave those to dry."
Lucifer stood and left them at the window before returning, sighing as he soaked the man's hand once more, proceeding to throughly scrub his nails, drying them as the water managed to change color before starting to work them with the file, looking at them intensely and checking his handy work when Alastor turned to look at his hand, smirking at the sight.
"I'm getting spa treatment as an apology I take it?"
"Well...yeah. It's the least I can do since I can't heal you."
"Fair enough." Alastor adjusted himself, watching the man as his nails were sanded, finding the powder and snipping sensations odd though not unpleasant, realizing he was noticing Lucifer's hands touching his more, feeling their smooth texture against his rougher skin.
"So dainty," he mused quietly to himself, taking a look at his shiny nails when the devil finished.
"So...how do they look?" Lucifer looked at Alastor expectantly.
Alastor shrugged and smiled,
"They've got a pleasant luster."
Happy to hear that, Lucifer couldn't help but give him a soft smile.
"Ah...I always made sure my lady looked her best, missed having someone to care for. Now that I don't have Charlie, I'll have you for a spell, as long as you'll have me, now let's work on those gnarly hooves!"
Hooves?!
Alastor quickly brought his legs up, making sure the gown didn't slip to expose him beneath the sheets.
"No no no no, my good man that is not necessary! They look fine." He grinned and waved the pestering king away who had the most determined look on his face, his cheeks puffed and his brow furrowed.
"Gimme those hooves!"
He threw the blanket off, Alastor's lip twitching as he had nowhere to hide now, not even trying to take down Lucifer as he was still healing.
His red hooves were long and unkempt, having jagged edges that left Lucifer huffing fire.
"You have to take care of these! They're a mess, you're gonna have difficulty walking at some point. You're a psychotic mess! Seriously! Oh boy...okay. I'm gonna calm down." He released a soft groan of disbelief, Alastor watching him and amused by the manner in which the king's voice grew higher in pitch as he grew more bothered with his hygiene.
"Lucifer—if you could be less forceful right now? You forget the gravity of your own damages", he motioned to his bandages, a burning sensation coming from his stitches as he had moved up so swiftly, there was no breakage, but that pain was definitely a warning not to overextert himself.
Feeling guilty he was so rough, he softened his expression and held out his hand. "Right...Right I'll be careful. Sorry about that." He cleared his throat, gesturing his hand. "Give me a hoof."
Alastor hesitated, but eventually brought a hoof out, resting it in Lucifer's hand with ears back as he observed him, feeling the gown catching a draft as Lucifer proceeded to clip off excess hoof growth. It was a lot like his finger nails, not hurting yet still feeling like it was a part of him. Lucifer seemed intensely focused on his work as he sanded the area smooth and blew the dust away eventually covering his hooves with a balm that tingled as it got in between the natural spacing between the hooves, Lucifer unable to resist slipping two fingers with balm between the gap leaving Alastor tensing up.
"T-That's a little strange." His static shifted, a nervous laugh leaving him as Lucifer's blush picked up, looking up from his hoof to find the darkness of the gown in front of him, practically open. The man only had a slim bit of fabric covering his parts, and it was all the more tempting to get a closer look when Alastor snapped his fingers in front of him.
"Excuse you, my eyes are up here."
Lucifer turned the brightest red, looking away.
"It's not my fault you're such a tease."
"And it's not my fault you're a pervert. Think I've told you that you are one before, you were the one who insisted on grooming me." His static buzzed before Lucifer grinned, his phone suddenly ringing as he grabbed it after jolting.
"Uh...hello?" Sweat came down as he looked to Alastor who was smirking, he recognized his daughter's ring tone was playing before he answered.
Charlie had the hotel in a complete state of disarray, moaning sounds could be heard as Angel was having a client upstairs she couldn't keep away, Husk downing the biggest bottle of whiskey he could get his paws on.
"Uh...hey dad. You aren't bothering Alastor are you? Cause Vaggie told me she told you about his condition."
He could hear the suspicion in her voice, a hesitant chuckle leaving him as he thought about what to say next.
"Uh...no. Just at home, rotting. Heheh." He felt like a terrible liar, especially after he recalled when she first called him about the hotel and he lied about not seeing it on the news when he had and completely disapproved of her plans.
"Well...okay. We could use some advice, Angel brought a client back to the hotel and I couldn't stop him...I'm sure you can hear them now...what should I do?"
Tension filled her voice as Lucifer huffed, surprised she hadn't bothered Alastor with this instead.
"He's still with that moth guy...Vel-Vox-Valentine something right? Probably didn't have a choice...when a demon is under contract you know how difficult it is to get out of that. Just, try to be understanding, ask them to keep the noise down for everyone else."
Her face twitched at that reply, eventually feeling Alastor slip his finished hoof away as the balm dried.
"Wh-Why didn't you ask Al about this, if you don't mind my asking?"
She was startled to hear him use Alastor's nickname, struggling to recall a time when he used it as it was very little.
"Uh...he's not exactly good with Angel's exploitation. You know how he feels about that stuff...especially after the trauma you put him and me through."
"I'm really sorry that I made him so loud sweetie, I didn't mean to stress you out."
Charlie sighed, apologies were the first step to being better after all.
"I forgive you dad...it wasn't like you had a choice. But keep your distance...we really don't need him snapping like that again."
"Heh...okay. I'll talk to you later, honey."
He hung up with a loud groan, tugging on his hair as Alastor proceeded to laugh.
"You are one terrible liar, such naughty behavior!"
"Oh quiet you! I was so freaked that you were going to say something. I know you can't resist stirring the pot."
Alastor tilted his head, understanding what he meant but still playing around,
"If you mean when I make my mother's jambalaya then I suppose I do.~"
Lucifer stared him down with a straight lip,
"You know what I meant don't play that card. Anyway, other hoof please."
He eventually got to work on the other hoof, Alastor taking it much easier than the first, still shivering at the man's fingers slipping through the gap in his hooves, his smile convulsing a smidge before Lucifer released it, taking a look at the handiwork.
"Maybe you should work at one of those silly little salons. You could've fooled me that you already have."
Lucifer shook his head, "It's just cleanliness. Something I'm shocked you don't know the meaning of, seems like you would need to keep it together on the outside for your little murder randevus."
Alastor laughed, "Of course I kept up my appearance then! My career depended on it you know. Now that I don't mess around with prey so much, thanks to the hotel and being in hell, I mess about differently than I used to, so that isn't a priority."
Lucifer huffed, unable to not be ticked that he just didn't care, his scowl on display.
"We're changing that."
He created a tooth brush and proceeded to coat it with paste, Alastor backing up as the king approached with it, his lips closed.
"Open." He commanded.
Alastor glared, quite enjoying his unkempt teeth with a puff of air leaving his nostrils.
"Come on! Open now, don't make me make you." Lucifer sighed, finding him acting like a child.
"What was it you said about me being a kid? A man should take care of those ya know."
He couldn't help but open his big mouth to contest the king when the toothbrush got jammed in, making him nearly choke on it as Lucifer grinned, proceeding to rapidly brush through his teeth, blood blending as he brushed due to the neglect his gums were also facing, holding the man's jaw open to prevent him from shutting it and chomping the brush in half, Alastor couldn't help but blush with furrowed brows, hating the sensation but also feeling strange about the man being so close and in a relatively intimate region. He opened his mouth wider and reached in to brush the very back teeth, Alastor groaning as he did so, grasping the devil's wrist as he did so, drool slipping from his lips until Lucifer finished, a cat-like grin on his face with pupils much like a cats'.
"You're getting satisfaction from this. I see it.~"
Alastor turned all the way red, pushing the short king off the bed and onto the floor as he fell on his back, blinking before laughing, leaving Alastor peeking at him from the bed with an annoyed huff.
"Get out. Now." He stared him down, needing a minute as Lucifer got to his feet, dusting himself off.
"So dramatic, I'll be back in ten minutes and will bring us some tea."
He left and Alastor sighed in relief at the closing of the door, falling back onto the bed. He did like that, and the taste of his own blood that lined his gums was a tasty bonus. If he could just calm the...downstairs area that was flaming.