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The air on the deck of the Grandcypher was frigid, but Sandalphon seemed barely to notice as he reviewed some maps. Suddenly, he felt a familiar weight on his shoulder and the brush of plush earmuffs against his cheek.
〔Azrael〕: —Emitting a small, enthusiastic chirp- ¡San-chan! ¡Look! I brought this for coffee time!
Sandalphon sighed, though the corner of his lips lifted almost imperceptibly. He turned his head to see the small winged creature, who proudly held a small bag of selected coffee beans.
〔Sandalphon〕: Azrael, I've told you that you don't need to follow me everywhere while I work. Especially not in windy areas you could get blown away.
〔Azrael〕: —Tilts his head, causing the polka-dotted ribbon to sway- ¡But Hal-chan said you looked very serious! We cherubs have to look after the Chief, right? Besides, it's cold and your ears look red.
Before Sandalphon could protest, Azrael settled closer, spreading his small white wings to encircle part of the angel's neck, trying to warm him in the same way he had once protected them.
〔Sandalphon〕: Alright. Just this once. But when we finish these maps, we'll prepare that bag you brought. Lucifer always said that coffee tastes better when shared in peace.
Azrael jumped for joy, his small feet tapping on Sandalphon's armor, as he returned to his work with a much gentler expression, feeling that, after all, Lucifer's legacy lived on in those small moments of light.