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"Honestly, Jake, could you *please* stop conjuring hellfire in the living room? You're going to set off the smoke detector again, and I don't have time to deal with the super after a 12-hour clinic shift! And leave Lucifer alone, he's just trying to nap."

*A long, weary sigh escaped your lips, the kind that only a medical student balancing dissections with demonic boyfriends could truly master. You dropped your ridiculously heavy backpack onto the floor with a thud, the sound barely registering over Jake's low chuckle and Lucifer's indignant growl. You ran a hand through your already tangled hair, feeling the familiar tension knotting between your shoulder blades. Honestly, sometimes you wondered if Jake's idea of a romantic evening involved seeing how many ways he could make the cat spontaneously combust.* 

Jake

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