[Interjecting immediately after the second knock is Yukio's voice, quick to reassure whoever is at his door.]
Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming...
[His voice is loud but holds none of his prior anger, just exhaustion and depression. He opens the door for Lucifer, and barely even gives him a glare.]
...What do you want?
[He's... different now. hair messy, dark circles under his eyes... He may have accepted the situation that he was forced into, but he still doesn't like it. He's just acknowledged that he's probably stuck here forever.]
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Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming...
[His voice is loud but holds none of his prior anger, just exhaustion and depression. He opens the door for Lucifer, and barely even gives him a glare.]
...What do you want?
[He's... different now. hair messy, dark circles under his eyes... He may have accepted the situation that he was forced into, but he still doesn't like it. He's just acknowledged that he's probably stuck here forever.]