Lucifer's POV:

I foraged every single place, trying to get hold of this thermometer.

I looked under the table.

Under the bed.

And nearly under every single thing. Flustered, I stormed out the door and slammed it shut with a, "Stay here".

"Mrs. Madison!? Can I get a thermometer, please? Lucy is getting real hot!" I remember yelling while her father stuck his head up from the day's paper with a shocked look and shooting back with the same speed as before.

"Look under her clothes! She usually keeps it there!" She voiced from the kitchen, busy making plans for dinner, probably. I went to rush back inside.

"Thanks" I said, before hearing an immediate response from her.

"Do you think you will need some more cookies?!" I heard her voice as I said no. And said "She'd probably kill me if I had some more."

"Don't worry about her, she's just an oddball, that one! I'll send some back in!" I disappeared behind the door as I closed it shut.

"Why would she keep it under her clothes?" I asked myself, still baffled as to why Lucy.exe was still not responding.

"Oh well......" I kept the back of my palm on her neck and saw that she was still hot.

Worried, I knelt on my knees and took a look at her skirt.

"How could she fit it down there?"

As I started to lift it, a part of my body said that I should shake her to see if this was right. I pushed it away, as I was concerned about her health more than what was right.

Right and wrong are based on whose perspective you look anyway.......

That's an ugly truth in this chaotic world.

I lifted it to see her wearing a maroon coloured innerwear as I sighed in dismay as I couldn't find anything that looked like the stick that was the thermometer. And in the next instant, Lucy squealed, covering her skirt as she sat down.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She closed her eyes as she turned even more red. I thought that it was surprising as I thought one could only turn red food an extent.

She was probably going to break some record of a sort.......

"Um... can you please stand up?" I asked her, her just looking at me like I'd killed someone.

"W-Why?! Just so you c-could do something more p-perverted to me?! Take your hands off me! I HATE YOU!!" She yelled, clearly frustrated about something that I couldn't understand.

And so, I kept silent as I slowly withdrew my hand from under her butt, while she was keeping her eyes on me, those two emeralds starting to shake uncontrollably.

I showed my hands to her.

"Hand." I said with a straight face.

That was awkward. But she ended the moment by driving the back of her hand on my face, making me feel sharp pain with a shriek of her's, screaming,"IDIOT!"

Why did you just do that? I asked in confusion.

After all, I was only awake for barely a day before thrown into his misunderstanding that I can't even decipher.

I placed my hand on the spot she hit me, feeling stinging sensations.

I wasn't supposed to be feeling pain, yet I felt it for the second time.

"Why?" I asked myself this question. Totally spacing out.

Lucy had a perplexed expression as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Are you really not human?"

I didn't respond.

"Hey, talk." She ordered as she waved her hand side to side in front of my face. If she's not easily forgetting or easily forgiving, I have no idea what she is. Maybe just a dummy like me?

She shook me, quite vigorously pulling me back to reality, asking me the same question again.

"Are you human?!"

After explaining about most of it, kept her chin on her wrist.

"Maybe, and only maybe..... " she started to talk with a pause. What? I asked her, not understanding what was going on.

"I can help you."

"How?"

"It's a secret!" She kept her finger on her lips, her right eye closed.

And it's natural that I didn't understand her sayings, isn't it?.

And what kind of a person is she?! Smiling and making a proposal to someone who just took a look inside their skirt!?

And just kept it there....

In my defense? She was hot.

And I mean the temperature...

I don't even know what happened when I was writing this.... It's the heat. It's gotten to me.

Author's note: seriously thinking of retconing this. I really don't like this. What was I thinking when I ty-oh right I don't think...its all spontaneous.