Lucifer growled loudly and flopped onto his bed. His servants had listened to his order to not make Scipio able to be heard, so the human's voice bounced back to him as if he were in a very echoed room. It was quite odd.
But at least Lucifer was able to be by himself in his head as he relaxed in his bed, curling up with an angry shake of his head. People were just stupid.
"Hmm… strange." Scipio started rambling to himself in Italian to hear the echo, grinning to himself. He started singing an Italian folk song classically sung in a round, using his strange echo to pull it off. At the very least, he'd found something remotely interesting to do. It'll honestly kinda suck when he lets me talk to him again; this is a pretty good way to amuse myself. He surprisingly actually had a pretty nice voice. He seemed to be a baritone or tenor, but he could hit some bass notes comfortably. Wonder if Lucy sings?
Lucifer yawned slowly and relaxed again, feeling at ease now that he wasn't being watched by that creep of a human. He almost dozed, but was interrupted by a small knock.
"Er… the human is singing, sir. We don't want to go down and give him food. He's kind of scaring us," mumbled a small voice behind the door. Lucifer sighed loudly and stood up, striding the room in a couple paces and ripping open the door.
"I'll bring it to him. I want you to leave me alone for the rest of the day. I'll take care of that stupid human."
Scipio heard the door opening and kept singing, assuming it was just a servant again. He was amused by them being intimidated; it meant he at least had some power here. He fell quiet when he saw Lucifer instead of a servant, the last of his voice echoing off the walls. "Lucy? What're you doing down here?" He asked curiously. "Don't you have like, servants for this?"
Lucifer moved down the steps, his bare feet making the hard wood creak as he moved down slowly, his eyes squinted as he glared at the other.
"Uh-huh. I do. I wanted to drop this food off myself, and tell you to shut your trap. No one can hear you." He set a plate of harmless mashed potatoes down. He had a pretty good idea as to what humans should and should not eat.
"If no one can hear me, why do I have to be quiet? It keeps me occupied. There's no people here to toy around with, you know." Scipio watched Lucifer as the other moved around the room. It was clear that he mostly saw people as pawns or objects that he could do what he pleased with. They were expendable; unimportant. "And why couldn't your servants just tell me to shut up? I'm starting to think you just like seeing me~" Scipio grinned sarcastically to himself.
"Just eat your food, human," Lucifer growled down at him, not in the mood to deal with the other's antics as he crossed the room and back up the steps. He opened the door, slammed it shut once he walked through it without looking back at Scipio, clearly not giving one single damn about the young male anymore. He couldn't wait to rid himself of the other so he could move on to more sophisticated serial killers. However something deep within Lucifer wanted to keep him around.
Scipio lay down and ate his mashed potatoes. "Aww they're not even salteddd… eh, I was in the army. I've had worse." He shrugged and finished them, knowing he'd need food if he were to survive here. He started singing in Italian again, but this time it was a soft, slow song that didn't sound scary. It sounded almost like the dynamic of a love song. It was, of course, but he wasn't singing it to anyone in particular. He didn't even know the song in English.
Lucifer ignored the whining of the human as he stalked back to his room and leaning against the door. Something told him this day was going to be particularly bad. It might've been his already-sour mood, and his annoyance with his insolent servants. They had no excuse to be as annoying as they were, but there they were, being a goddamn thorn in his side. Lucifer leaned off the door and sunk down into his chair, shaking his head slowly and grumbling to himself.
"Hey, my voice isn't echoing anymore… Lucy! Can you hear me?" Scipio glanced around the room as he waited for a response. He decided that he'd wait a few minutes and then return to what he was doing. He knew he'd be pretty bored of waiting in silence after five minutes. He sat back against the wall and fidgeted with his hands.
There was no response. Lucifer didn't bother to answer the small voice of the human in the back of his mind, just shaking his head frostily.
"Humans are so annoying," He commented to himself, "actually, I take that back. Everyone but me is annoying."
"Hello?" Scipio asked quietly. No response… He fell silent for a while before continuing his soft singing of the Italian love song, again not sung for anyone in particular. Wonder if he can hear my singing too?He kept going, waiting for Lucifer to mentally yell at him to shut up, or anything. He'd be happy with any response at all.
Lucifer nodded to himself, agreeing softly. He crossed one leg over the other, his gaze hardening into a glare at the singing. It was nice, but not want he wanted to hear. He wasn't really the biggest fan of music, especially in a human tongue. But he was too tired to chew out the human. It was honestly sad how quick he had been burned out by the Italian.
If he can, he's not telling me to stop… Scipio kept going, the Italian words rolling far more smoothly and naturally off his tongue than anything he could say in English. It was clear that it was his first language. Scipio sighed softly when the song was done, drawing his knees up to his chest. He was really bored now. He only knew so many songs he could sing.
Lucifer rubbed his face, shaking his head. He stopped when the human stopped singing, sighing in relief and relaxing into his chair again. Hopefully that would be all he would hear from him, because Lucifer just wanted a day in blissful silence. He stood and grabbed a few things before going back into his springs room and stepping down into the steaming, hot water.
Scipio lay back on the floor, tapping his hands on his chest to some rhythm. It wasn't just boring down here. It was lonely. Although he'd likely end up killing a roommate, it'd be nice to have someone to talk to for a while. He could tell that Lucifer just didn't want to talk to him, which was fair, but still made everything more boring.
Lucifer's eyes popped open as he felt something brush his chest. It was a small flower that had made its way into his pool. He picked it up and curiously sniffed it, smiling a little at the sweet smell of the center of the pink petals. He rose a hand from the hot water to gently stroke the soft petals, setting it down next to him to continue drifting around, watching it like an amused child.
What other Italian songs do I know…? Scipio thought for a moment before starting to sing a lullaby he'd heard sung to children in Italy. It wasn't one that his parents had ever sung to him, since he was pretty much self sufficient by the very earliest possible time and they'd never bothered to love him how most children were loved, but it was one he knew nonetheless.
Lucifer scoffed at Scipio's thoughts, rolling his eyes. "What a jackass," He mentioned to the flower, who just continued to float around. "No, I don't like him. He's too stuck up his ass to even realize what's wrong with himself. It's pathetic." He leaned back and shut his eyes again with a slow shake of his head. "I don't even know why he bothers."
Scipio had convinced himself over the years that he didn't care that his parents never loved him. Who cared, right? That was probably the first lie he consistently told himself, over and over, until he decided in his mind that it was the truth. It did honestly bother him a bit, though. It could've been that which made it so hard to empathize or sympathize with others, since he'd never been taught. Love was something he didn't truly understand, as no one had loved him, and he in turn had never loved. His voice wavered and faded away as he lapsed into these thoughts and continued trying to lie to himself.
"Uuuughhhh he's making me miserable," Lucifer groaned pathetically, dipping under the surface of the water and scratching his dark hair rather hard to try and dislodge the human's negative thoughts. It, of course, didn't work (because that's not how mind reading works), but Lucifer certainly wished it did. He reemerged after a few minutes of trying to drown himself and failing, groaning up to the ceiling in annoyance.
Scipio drew his knees up to his chest again and lay his head on them. At least he'll like me being quiet… He thought to himself, tapping one foot anxiously. I don't have time for these stupid negative feelings… why can't I just get my emotions to fade entirely like I've been trying for years? He sighed softly, running one hand through his hair.
"That's not how emotions work, you stupid fool!" Lucifer growled up, shaking his head violently. "That idiot. That dumb idiot. I swear I'll fucking kill him and enjoy the shit out of it if it means I get peace-of-mind. I want to relax, not be shown up by a seventeen-year-old human!" He smacked the water with much force, still shaking his head.
Scipio couldn't hear Lucifer, of course, and just stayed silent. Out loud, at least. He couldn't stop his thoughts. He hummed quietly to himself, crossing his arms on top of his knees and hiding his face in them. He always hated when he felt depressed like this. He typically got mopey when he was bored and alone.
(Alrighty what now?)