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Gabriel shifted in his seat, making the chair shift on its rollers as he grabbed hold of a different stylus, bringing it back to his desk to work with. The desk was the newest stuff from the R&D department, an all sleek screen with a touch display, and when Beelzebub had seen Gabriel using a stylus to use it, ze’d blown up that ze had been using a typewriter for the past thirty years.

Now, of course, ze wasn’t complaining about anything.

There was a knock on the glass fronting to Gabriel’s office, and Gabriel looked up as Sandalphon moved in with a stack of files loosely held in his hands, his gaze immediately falling to the weight of quietly buzzing demon in Gabriel’s lap, zir arms wrapped loosely around Gabriel’s neck, zir back rising and falling, zir knees crammed either side of Gabriel’s thighs in the chair. He could actually feel zir vibrating, just as much as he could feel zir breath against his chest as ze breathed in and out. And ze was out of it, completely asleep.

Gabriel had even walked down the corridor with Beelzebub held loosely in his arms to drop a memo into someone else’s office, and ze hadn’t even stirred.

“Still flooded downstairs?” Sandalphon asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Bedroom completely filled with brackish water. Dagon’s liking it, though.”

“Zzzhut up,” Beelzebub growled, and Gabriel reached up to absently stroke zir back with his spare hand as he smiled at Sandalphon, who dropped the right file on Gabriel’s desk after just a second of scuffling through the stack.

“Thanks, champ,” Gabriel said. 

Sandalphon saluted, and Gabriel pulled Beelzebub more securely into his lap as he focused on his work. 

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anyway

gabriel gets some soft dad jumper in lilac wool tailored to his big barrel chest

and beelzebub wearing it… the sleeves are too long, the hem is down near their knees, and they’re fucking swimming in it, but will they take it off for love nor money? absolutely not

(also gabriel in one of beelzebub’s mesh vests, beaming brightly as beelzebub screams for him to take it off because he looks ridiculouzzz)

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