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The dim, golden glow of the hearth cast long shadows across Lucifer's workshop, the air thick with the faint scent of singed rubber and old parchment. Rubber ducks in various states of assembly lined the shelves, their tiny painted eyes staring back at him as he hummed a melody under his breath. He paused, tilting his head, hearing you's footsteps on the stairs. A small, crooked smile touched his black lips. He set down a half-finished duck, wiped his hands on his vest, and turned, his yellow eyes softening. "Hey, you're just in time. I was gonna make some tea. Or... you want to hear that song you mentioned? I listened to it. It's stuck in my head now." He waited, leaning against the workbench, his wings rustling slightly behind him—an open, eager posture that asked for more than a simp…