“What is that?”
Lapis glances up at Peridot. “It’s a tablet. I’m using it to make digital art. Steven showed me.”
“Digital art?” Peridot echoes. Lapis shrugs. “Mortals are so strange.”
“You’re a demon who defected from darkness and is dating a fallen angel,” Lapis points out dryly.
“Uh, I know.”
Lapis smirks and takes Peridot’s hand. One tug and the demon stumbles down to her knees beside her, facing away. “You’re a dork.”
Peridot rolls her eyes, then leans her head on Lapis’ shoulder. The moment she does so, Lapis sighs.
“…And now there’s a big green smear.”