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Had Octavia's feelings really mellowed any since Wednesday night, when she and Duke had agreed on this date night? Even Octavia herself wasn't really sure, in all honesty. There was still something that wasn't quite sitting right in her brain, but at least the urge to run off and be anonymous in a crowd somewhere loud had lessened.
Somewhat.
They were out on the water, so there wasn't any room for running away now, anyway. She was letting Duke pick a spot (since he owned this boat, and was steering it, and that made him the captain), and the takeout bags were waiting, delicious smells occasionally wafting from them into her nose to mix with the smell of the ocean.
The sky was getting dark, up above.
Maybe this wouldn't be bad.
[ooc: For the pirate.]
Somewhat.
They were out on the water, so there wasn't any room for running away now, anyway. She was letting Duke pick a spot (since he owned this boat, and was steering it, and that made him the captain), and the takeout bags were waiting, delicious smells occasionally wafting from them into her nose to mix with the smell of the ocean.
The sky was getting dark, up above.
Maybe this wouldn't be bad.
[ooc: For the pirate.]
