Growing Pains

[Lucifer]

A few days after Echo had finished moving in, Lucifer came back after having been gone all day, a bag of delicious take-out dangling from one of her manicured hands.

"Hello, Echo dear," Lucifer called, swanning over to the dining room and dropping the food onto the table. The cupboards clattered as she retrieved a wine glass and then pulled a bottle of chilled white from the fridge. Next game a single napkin, a single fork, and a single knife, and then Lucifer was settling down at the dining table once more, the smell of basil, ginger, and peanuts filling the air as she freed her Thai food from it's packaging.

"What did you do today?" she asked, spearing a piece of mouthwatering chicken and then taking a sip of wine.

[Echo]

Hair wet, but drying hangs loose around her shoulders as she pads into the dining room, half put together for her shift at the bar.

Smile curling her lips as she first scents, then sees the delicious thai Lucifer brought back. Bounding over, she answers first with a kiss, "Sleepy mostly, my love. Traded shifts with Tracy, so I'll need to head over soon." she says, brows furrowed. Looking to Luci, then to the remnants of take out packaging and the single place setting.

Boldly looking up and towards the Fairest, who places piece after piece of succulent chicken in her mouth, "Are we sharing then my love?"

[Lucifer]

Lucifer merely stared up at the Lioness across form her, placing a piece of chicken between her cruel teeth. She chewed slowly, her temper simmering like a pot about to boil over. All day, Lucifer had heard nothing from Echo. Not that she'd called, but still, how was she to know the kitty cat wanted food? They had things in the cupboards and the refrigerator, not to mention the takeout menus in the junk drawer. Why did she have to take care of a grown woman?

"This is mine," Lucifer declared finally, taking another sip of wine to calm the acidic annoyance coiling in her gut. "I didn't pick up any cat food."

With that, she went back to eating...

[Echo]

As Lucifer stares at her, Echo replies in kind, expecting to perch perhaps upon the morning star's lap as they feed each other delectable morsels, she blinks as her fanciful flight is dashed, upon barbwire rocks.

Her back straightens, the languid lay of her muscles evaporating with the pointed look from capericorn eyes.

"Fine." she hisses out, more a feature of her kith then any venom, tail flicking in annoyance.

They pizza pockets, right?

[Lucifer]

Lucifer kept eating her dinner, trying to ignore the Lioness making Pizza Pockets by the microwave, but somehow, her food had lost its flavor, and the sense of quiet contentment she'd had when she'd walked inside had evaporated. Eventually, Lucifer drained her wine glass, abandoning her food on the table, and retreated to the bathroom, waiting until Echo finally went off to work...

[Echo]

2.

Singing and chirping under her breath, dancing to the music she's making she shimmies her way to the washer and dryer, pulling the warm clothes out, and shoving them into a basket, she pulls the newly washed load into the dryer.

Cleaning out the lint trap and tossing in a dryer sheet, she closes it off, and sets to reloading the washer with dirty clothes. Detergent, and fabric softener away!

She hit the buttons at the same time, smiling when they both start to whorl!

Carting the basket back to the couch she dumps it all out and starts folding.

Then she blinks. Once, twice.

Her blood freezes within her veins.

She forgot to make sure it was on cold water.

"Ohshit!ohshit!ohshit!ohshit!" under breath she races back to the washer. She can't turn anymore of Luci's whites pink!

[Lucifer]

The next morning, when Lucifer had opened her closet and found that the last of her pristine and snowy white garments had been stained a horrid pink, there was no explosion of rage. No sudden outburst. No passive aggressive comments. And most shocking of all, not one piece of Echo's clothing was found missing, torn, or splashed with stains.

Instead, Echo simply came home one day to find Lucifer lounging on their bed, wearing only decidedly pink lingerie.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Lucifer asked, her voice hovering somewhere between a husky come-hither and an accusation.

[Echo]

Echo blinked, once, twice, thrice.

She had expected to be torn apart by barbwire tongue. She ruined such wonderfully innocent garments only to find Lucifer smashed her expectations, possibly delighting in doing so.

Padding forward, she smiles like the cat that got the cream, ate the canary and blamed the whole thing on the dog.

"Oh my love, you are very pretty in pink." a giggle, eyes sparkling before pouncing!

[Lucifer]

3.

Some nights later, both the Capricorn and the Leo began to prepare for sleep, the tension of the day still heavy in their limbs when Lucifer pulled back the covers and slid beneath them. For a moment, all was still within the darkened room, with not even a breeze to stir the curtains, when Lucifer burst from beneath the blankets and leaped to her feet, a wordless cry of frustration parting her lips as she threw on the lights and tore the covers from the bed, exposing the bottom sheet. Crumbs lay scattered all across the sheet, and small pieces of dried cheese and tuna lay here and there, but worst of all, the sight draining all color from the Shadowed Beauty's visage, was a series of brown stains near the center of the bedspread.

"THERE'S SHIT!" she screamed, pointing, horrified by what she saw. "WHY IS THERE SHIT IN MY BED?"

[Echo]

"I a..ahehehhehehehhhh..." a guilty little laugh escapes, dying at the a slow death at the sigh of the sight of Lucifer's horror.

Echo might be getting an immunity to her dear lady of candle light, for she isn't as scary now as she had been just this Solstice past.

"I can tell you with a one hundred percent certainty that it is not poop." there's a guilty flush under the patches of tawny fur upon her neck and cheeks, "It's pudding." she whispers biting her lip.