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Lucifer crunched on another one as well, humming. "Basically anything. I'm painting and some people learn to play instruments now that everything's free. It opens up a whole lot of opportunities."

Scipio nodded. "I'm trying to think if I had any hobbies up on earth… uh… I like singing? You heard me singing down in the basement. I liked… murder? Not particularly good, I presume. I occasionally rode bikes and read books? I mean, I didn't live particularly long, so…"

"How about we start with singing with you. I can get you a studio up here or something?" He suggested. "And maybe once you outlive your murder thing, you can join a Choir?" He glanced down at the human, continuing the strokes of his hair.

"…You've got a choir??" Scipio glanced up at Lucifer incredulously, folding his hands neatly in his lap.

"We have multiple choirs. There's one group who tours and they're super good, but I will not allow you to tour." He booped Scipio's nose gently.

Scipio's faint blush came back, and he closed his eyes when Lucifer touched him. "I mean, yeah, that's fair… wouldn't want me trying to kill any choir members."

"Yeah, I wouldn't. I'll get you a studio." And he'll take him out for his dinner. Yes! It'd be the birthday to start a chain reaction of good birthdays.

"Alrighty, cool…" Scipio stuck another chip in his mouth, chewing it thoughtfully. He brushed some of the salsa that was on his cheek off.

Lucifer continued his soft hums, glancing down at the human again. "Is there something wrong? You're awfully quiet."

"I'm fine… just wondering what else we should do today. Considering you won't get my clothes, I suppose we're staying in here."

"Oh, I can get you clothes, I was just kidding around." He smiled and laid back after finishing his crunchy snack, stretching his legs.

"Mm…" Scipio nestled himself under Lucifer's arm again. "Well, if you've got any ideas, I'm open to them."

"It's up to you, Scip. I don't care." He relaxed again, pulling the human closer into his chest.

"Well, I don't know what all is around here that we could do… I don't even know all the rooms in this place." Scipio lay his head on Lucifer's chest.

"Well, do you wanna go look around or something?" He asked gently. He leaned his head against Scipio's.

"Sure… that means I'd need actual clothes, though." Scipio sighed softly. "Which means we have to move…"

"We don't have to move all day. Again. Maybe you and I can do something different? Like… shit…" He trailed off. He didn't have any ideas.

"Like what? There's really not much we can do in a bed." Scipio said simply, not seeming to realize the connotations of what he'd said.

Lucifer shook his head at the way Scipio just said it. "Forget it, it doesn't matter, trust me. I just worded that wrong."

"Alright." Scipio stared up at the ceiling, humming quietly. "We've already done the hot springs… that's pretty much the only room here I know of."

"Done the hot springs?" He asked, his face paling a little. He shook his head. Honestly, what's gotten into him?

"What? I'm just saying we've been there. I don't mind going again if that's what you want to do." Scipio shrugged.

Lucifer nodded and rubbed his face. "Right, right, that's what you said. That's absolutely what you said."

"…What did you think I said?" Scipio asked curiously, not sure how else his words could have been taken.

"I don't know," He answered bluntly, deciding not to tell him what he was thinking, and just banishing those thoughts from his mind once more.