American Visionary Art Museum, Baltimore, Wednesday

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked up thoughtfully at the fifteen foot pink poodle that stared out through the windowed wall opposite the front doors to the American Visionary Art Museum. The wall behind him glinted in the bright sunlight, thanks to the massive mosaic that covered it, made of broken glass, metal, and miscellaneous found objects.

"This is already my favorite art museum, ever."

[for him who is downtown with him, or texts or calls or what-have-you!]

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[my_own_advocate]

(That was good, Lucifer registered in the back of his head. Laughing. And not the desperate kind Duke sometimes fell into.)

"Was this museum not enough for you to get your rocks off?" Lucifer asked him, fighting his mouth's desire to twitch into a smile.

He was unsuccesful.

[betterthanaplan]

"Nope," Duke said cheerfully. "Think of this as . . . foreplay."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you're not getting Jesus's sandy love mountain anywhere near my parsnip," Lucifer informed him.

[betterthanaplan]

"There are just so many levels of innuendo to unpack there," Duke said, chuckling. "Okay, we'll move further away from the Christian hippies. Check out the gift shop, maybe."

It was sure to be tacky as all hell.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're going to buy things, aren't you," Lucifer said, no question mark involved. "Go on, let's see what you're going to be torturing me with."

And with that, Duke got a playful shove towards next section.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed again, less heartily but just as honest, and headed down the hall. Veering playfully over to shove Lucifer back.