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“Yo! What's down, Death?”
Charlie could not tell if she wanted to facepalm or sigh at her dad's greeting—for whatever reason involving a wink and a peace sign—the moment they entered the room. At least he was trying to socialize again, especially with ones he actually knew.
As for Death, he crossed his arms and snorted in amusement. “Don't you mean, what's up?”
Lucifer owlishly blinked. “Isn't that what I said?”
Death snorted again and shrugged. “Sure.”
“Ha!” The Devil punched the wolf's shoulder. “Always the joker. And,“ he reached into his pocket, ”may I present to you your own duck!“ With the flourish of a ringmaster, he thrusted his hand out.
Of course, it was a rubber duck. But not an average duck! This one had a poncho hood on and its wings flared out holding sickles similar to Death's.
”And it breathes fire!“
As if on cue, the little toy blasted a stream of flames that were a gradient of magenta. Keekee, who was still nestled around Death's neck, swiftly jumped into Charlie's arms for safety while Razzle and Fat Nuggets hid behind Charlie.
“Oooooooo!“ Franked ooed and awed. ”Pretty fire!” Luckily, since he was on the ground, he was not at the height where the flames were.
Death simply stood there being unaffected by the fire. In fact, the blaze seemed to curve around him in both directions.
”Dad!” the Princess of Hell exclaimed while calming Keekee. “Fire hazard!”
“Oh shit! Sorry!“ Lucifer bopped the top of the duck to make it stop spewing.
With no more flames going, the pale wolf stepped up to inspect the toy more. He poked at its hood to which the hood folded back to show that the duck also had wolf ears and red eyes.
”Well? What do you think, Death?” the King of Hell proudly inquired.
Death stared at the rubber duck for a moment or two before smirking, “You do realize I don't breathe fire right?”
“Oh come on! I at least got the color right!”
As the two men bantered, Charlie sighed, but smiled warmly at the scene before her.