( Ah, yes, that would've sucked big ol wangs. It's been a hot minute since he's been a victim of the whole supernatural force flinging him into the nearest wall thing (though... not as long as he'd like), and even the Witcher signs and three years of Singularity gifts wouldn't really be enough for him to deflect it.
If it helps cement Rowena's certainty of who he is at all, she might find comfort in the fact that he's wearing a flannel shirt. Yes, it's over a peasant Henley and literal breeches, and yes the 21st Century Earth plaid flannel is in direct contrast to literally every other person wandering around this market square, but does he care? Absolutely not. These bitches just started showing up one day, he's going to wear them whether or not they're fashionable and the world can eat his ass about it.
Once she seems to recognize him well enough, his hands slowly lower — hovering in her general area like his impulse is to touch her again, but he's got enough restraint to know better. )
He's here- who's here? Lucifer? Lucifer's here?
( It's a rapid fire flurry of questions because they fall out of his mouth in tandem with the dots connecting in his brain, and they're followed by a quick and thorough examination of the surrounding area. An assessment that comes up... relatively lacking.
Slowly, carefully: )
...are you seeing him now?
( Look, man, it wouldn't be the first time he's dealt with halLucifer okay, plus this place pulls some weird shit. He's gotta check. )
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If it helps cement Rowena's certainty of who he is at all, she might find comfort in the fact that he's wearing a flannel shirt. Yes, it's over a peasant Henley and literal breeches, and yes the 21st Century Earth plaid flannel is in direct contrast to literally every other person wandering around this market square, but does he care? Absolutely not. These bitches just started showing up one day, he's going to wear them whether or not they're fashionable and the world can eat his ass about it.
Once she seems to recognize him well enough, his hands slowly lower — hovering in her general area like his impulse is to touch her again, but he's got enough restraint to know better. )
He's here- who's here? Lucifer? Lucifer's here?
( It's a rapid fire flurry of questions because they fall out of his mouth in tandem with the dots connecting in his brain, and they're followed by a quick and thorough examination of the surrounding area. An assessment that comes up... relatively lacking.
Slowly, carefully: )
...are you seeing him now?
( Look, man, it wouldn't be the first time he's dealt with halLucifer okay, plus this place pulls some weird shit. He's gotta check. )